If the problem of inattention gave Cheng Xiang a headache, tutoring him in his studies would make Cheng Xiang collapse even more.
There was a question on the exercise to read and write Chinese characters in pinyin. The pinyin was gong niu. He looked at it and wrote down "gongniu" seriously.
Cheng Xiang took a look, only to feel his eyes darken, and asked him patiently: "What is a worker cow?"
He said seriously: "It's just a working cow."
Cheng wanted to hold his forehead, he had a rich imagination, but he used it in the wrong place.
"Wouldn't it be nice to write about bulls?"
The question asks you to make a sentence using "...also...".
He chewed the end of his pencil and thought for a while and said, "Dad is like a big scalper. He works in the morning and also works in the afternoon."
Cheng Xiang frowned, looked at it for a while and said, "It's true, but it's not good to write it this way. How about you change it?"
Zhou Yang looked at Cheng Xiang and said timidly: "Change it? How about changing it to another one, mom?"
Cheng Xiang felt like a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.
Mathematics learns addition with carry and subtraction with borrow.
Cheng wanted to tell him: "If you subtract the single digits and it's not enough, you have to borrow from the tens digits."
"Why do you want to borrow it?" Zhou Yang asked with a raised face.
"Because 2 minus 3 is not enough, we need to borrow a 10 from the tens digit."
"If it's borrowed, what will people do?"
Cheng thought: "......"
"Will you return it after borrowing it?"
Cheng thought: "......"
“What if someone doesn’t want to borrow it?”
Cheng Xiang's anger was close to the critical point. What was even more hateful was that she couldn't answer the question he asked: "It has to be borrowed if it doesn't want to be borrowed. It must be borrowed. If not, then beat it."
Zhou Yang glanced at his furious mother and nodded obediently: "Okay, Mom, I'll borrow it right now."
Cheng Xiang now has a deep understanding of the pain of tutoring children, and the wooden stick in her hand is already trembling.
Zhou Tianxing looked at Zhou Yang and smiled helplessly, and carefully took the stick away from Cheng Xiang's hand: "Sister-in-law, take a rest for a while, and I'll teach him."
Cheng Xiang took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll cook."
During this summer vacation, Zhou Tianxing grew taller like a carrot and was already as tall as Cheng Xiang.
He is also a 13-year-old boy and is in the developmental stage. As long as his nutrition keeps up, he will grow up very quickly.
He stood next to Zhou Yang, and Zhou Yang almost had to raise his head to see his face.
His brother-in-law has really grown into an uncle.
Zhou Tianxing was more patient than Cheng Xiang and knew how to deal with Zhou Yang, so the tutoring went smoothly.
After Zhou Yang finished his homework, he even went out to play.
He didn't come back until after dinner.
Usually when I eat, I want to swallow all my tongue. I don't know what happened today. I look languid and not in high spirits.
Cheng Xiang asked with concern: "Xiao Yang, what's wrong? Is today's meal not to your liking?"
Zhou Yang shook his head: "Mom's cooking is the most delicious. I'm just a little full."
Cheng Xiang touched his head and found nothing strange. He guessed that the little guy had eaten snacks in the afternoon and had filled his stomach, so he was not hungry now.
It seems that the snacks have to be put in another place, Cheng Xiang secretly planned in his heart.
There is no nightlife in rural areas. Even in the summer, after everyone has finished eating, enjoying the cool air outside, chatting, they go back to their homes to rest. Basically, around nine o'clock, the whole village is already quiet.
I once wanted to take Qing'er to take a bath and read a little book with her on the bed. Halfway through the story, Qing'er fell asleep.
Cheng Xiang estimated that Zhou Tianlei would be back today. He wanted to wait for him for a while, but he was too sleepy and his eyelids kept fighting, as if he had to squint for a while.
As soon as I lay down, I heard a knock on the door: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law."
It was Zhou Tianxing's voice, which sounded anxious.
Cheng wanted to get up quickly, put on a coat and opened the door.
Zhou Tianxing was outside the door, his face full of anxiety: "Sister-in-law, Xiao Yang has a fever, very hot."
Cheng Xiang was shocked and hurriedly walked to their room.
On the small bed, Zhou Yang's face was flushed, his mouth was slightly open, and his breath was hot.
Cheng wanted to reach out and touch it. It was really hot.
"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang," Cheng Xiang stroked his head and called him softly: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Zhou Yang opened his eyes slightly and said intermittently: "Mom, my stomach hurts."
Zhou Yang curled up as he spoke.
Cheng Xiang looked at him and was shocked. Why did the symptoms look so like appendicitis?
Appendicitis can be major or minor, so there is no time to delay.
Cheng wanted Tian Xing to look at Zhou Yang, and immediately rushed back to the room and changed into light clothes.
After coming back, he said to Zhou Tianxing: "Tianxing, I will take Xiao Yang to the hospital in town to see a doctor. You take care of your home."
Zhou Tianxing looked at the sky outside. It was pitch black without even a moon. He couldn't help but said worriedly, "I'll go with you."
Cheng Xiang said while dressing Zhou Yang: "No, we can't leave Qing'er at home. You may come back today. If he comes back, let him find us."
Zhou Tianxing nodded quickly: "Okay."
Zhou Tianlei parked his motorcycle at home before going on a business trip.
Cheng thought that he had been riding motorcycles for a while in his later life, so it was not a big problem to take Zhou Yang to the town on a motorcycle.
Zhou Tianxing helped carry Zhou Yang onto the motorcycle and sat behind Cheng Xiang, saying: "Xiao Yang, hold mom tight, mom will take you to the hospital."
Zhou Yang hummed and nodded, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Cheng Xiang's waist.
Starting the car, Cheng Xiang took Zhou Yang and drove all the way, disappearing into the night.
When we arrived at the town hospital, there was only one doctor on duty. There were no patient numbers at night. He had fallen asleep in the duty room.
"Bang bang" a knock on the door woke him up from his dream. He was startled and asked angrily: "Who is it?"
"Doctor, the child is sick, please take a look at it." Cheng Xiang knocked on the door and shouted urgently.
The doctor got up in confusion, opened the door, and saw a woman with messy hair and a pretty face, carrying a child.
People always have infinite tolerance for beautiful women. The doctor on duty took back the anger that almost erupted and asked kindly: "What's going on?"
Cheng Xiang quickly explained the symptoms: "I have a fever and keep saying my stomach hurts."
Zhou Yang wrinkled his little face at this time, looking very painful.
The doctor touched his head and pressed his stomach. The tenderness made Zhou Yang couldn't help shouting: "It hurts, mom, it hurts."
After the doctor made the diagnosis, his face darkened, he took out a mercury thermometer and said, "Measure the temperature."
Cheng wanted to take it and put it under Zhou Yang's arm.
Three minutes later, the doctor took out the thermometer and looked at it with a surprised look on his face: "38 degrees 5, which is a high fever. I diagnosed him as possibly appendicitis."
It was exactly what Cheng Xiang had guessed.
"What should we do?" Cheng Xiang asked anxiously.
The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "We can't see him in town. You can take him to the county hospital."
"What? Now?" Cheng Xiang looked at the dark night outside the window, then looked at Zhou Yang in pain in his arms, and felt a little panic in his heart.
"He has acute appendicitis. I'm afraid he needs an operation. Don't delay. Take him to the county hospital as soon as possible." The doctor urged.
