The medicine was given because Yang Huazhong simply didn't have the strength to carry the bowl by himself. Even sitting up required the combined efforts of mother and daughter.
Mrs. Sun supported her from behind and let Yang Huazhong lean on her shoulders while Yang Ruoqing came to give the medicine.
During this period, Yang Huazhong's eyes were slightly open, and his brows were tightly knitted together into a knot.
His face was sallow, like the kind of papyrus used to burn incense, the corners of his mouth were white, and large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Yang Ruoqing knew that her father was suffering not only from the cold, but also from stomach cramps and colic, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"Dad, drink the medicine." Yang Ruoqing said softly, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, took a sip first to feel the temperature, and then brought it to her father.
The medicine was so bitter that she wanted to bite her tongue off.
Yang Huazhong opened his mouth and took several sips with difficulty. After a few sips, he was gasping for air.
After finally feeding a bowl of medicine, not to mention Yang Huazhong's head was covered in cold sweat, Yang Ruoqing and Sun's heads were also covered in hot sweat.
"You will get better after you drink the medicine. Dad Qing'er, let me help you lie down and sleep for a while." said Sun.
Yang Huazhong nodded and lay down.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and took the bowl to the kitchen. When she came back, before she stepped through the door and followed behind, she saw Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed, suddenly straightened up, lay down next to the bed and vomited violently...
"Dad Qing'er!"
Mrs. Sun cried out and rushed over. Seeing Yang Huazhong vomiting out the bowl of medicine that he had drunk earlier, Ms. Sun was so panicked that she didn't know what to do.
He didn't even know how to use a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Yang Huazhong's mouth.
Yang Ruoqing was still clever and rushed over, first taking a clean handkerchief, and then gently stroking Yang Huazhong's back...
Yang Huazhong finally calmed down and raised his head while panting heavily. The clothes on his chest were wet.
"Dad, don't panic, it's okay, it's okay..."
Yang Ruoqing comforted her like an adult coaxing a child. While wiping the corners of Yang Huazhong's mouth and chin, she told Mrs. Sun: "Mom, go get a basin of hot water and find a clean top for my dad to change into."
After receiving the order, Mrs. Sun came to her senses and hurriedly carried out the order.
The two women changed Yang Huazhong's clothes, wiped his hands and face, gave Yang Huazhong a sip of hot water, and helped Yang Huazhong lie down again.
Yang Huazhong seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, and his breathing was somewhat disordered.
Yang Ruoqing got plant ash to clean the dirt in front of the bed. Sun sat sideways on the edge of the bed, looking at Yang Huazhong, tears falling down.
"I finally took the medicine, but I vomited it all. I drank the medicine in vain. It's hard to recover from my illness. What should I do?" Ms. Sun was so worried that she didn't know what to do. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
While Yang Ruoqing was cleaning the dirt on the ground, she said to Mrs. Sun: "Those medicines have been stored in my father's stomach for a while. They won't all be vomited out. There is still medicine inside. As long as the medicine is there, it will have an effect." of."
"Sickness is something that comes like a mountain and disappears like a thread. There is no rush. You have to treat it slowly. Mom, don't worry too much."
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun nodded slightly.
But I can never let go of the stone in my heart.
Yang Ruoqing didn't expect Sun to give up completely. She glanced at Yang Huazhong, who was sleeping on the bed, and whispered to Sun in a low voice: "Mom, come out with me."
Sun was stunned for a moment, and then she and Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the house.
At this time, it was still midnight, and it was pitch black outside.
Yang Ruoqing pulled Sun aside and said in a low voice: "Mom, I want to tell you two things. You have to take it to heart."
"Which two?" asked Sun tremblingly, fearing that it was related to Yang Huazhong's condition.
Yang Ruoqing said: "The first thing is that you don't always cry in front of my dad and say some worrying things. This will be very bad for the patient's mood and will increase my dad's psychological burden. It is not good for the recovery at all. Do you understand? ?”
Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment and nodded repeatedly: "It was my fault. I was also too impatient. I was too anxious. Don't worry, Qing'er. I'll remember it and I won't say anything like that again."
"What about the second one? What is it?" asked Sun again.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and held Sun's hand.
"The second thing is that my father is sick now and needs help."
"Mom, you need to take care of yourself even more at this time. Otherwise, if you cry all of a sudden and keep crying like you do, my father will not be completely cured by then. Mom, you will fall ill again, which will not be good. "Yang Ruoqing said seriously.
"Qing'er, don't worry. Mom is fine. She's still strong!" said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Mom, you have to listen to me. After a while, you can boil your feet with hot water and go to sleep for a while. I'll come and see my dad tonight..."
"This can't be done!" Sun refused Yang Ruoqing's proposal without thinking.
"I'll watch it at night, and you go and have a rest. The baby still needs you!" Mrs. Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Mom, the baby is with my mother-in-law, so I don't need to worry about it. Besides, the baby is now nine years old, not as young as Feng'er."
"Let me stay here tonight while Mom goes to bed. When Mom wakes up tomorrow and has regained her energy, you can take my place. That's the decision!"
Sun had no choice but to follow Yang Ruoqing's arrangement and go to sleep in the guest room next door.
Yang Ruoqing returned to Yang Huazhong's house and stood beside the bed in undressed clothes. During the night, if there was any slight disturbance to Yang Huazhong, she would wake up immediately.
Bringing tea and water, and serving them carefully. In the first half of the night, Yang Huazhong was a little fussy and vomited several times within an hour.
In the second half of the night, I felt a little better and actually fell asleep.
Seeing that Yang Huazhong was asleep and his breathing gradually became longer, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Dad can sleep, it will be fine. Many diseases require sleep to recover.
At dawn, Mrs. Sun came over. As soon as she opened the door and walked in, Yang Ruoqing was awakened.
"Qing'er, how is your father after last night? Did he vomit?" Sun glanced at Yang Huazhong, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and asked in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It's okay, mother, don't worry."
Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing's bloodshot eyes and said, "It's dawn. I'll take care of your father. You go back to the house and take a nap."
Yang Ruoqing said: "There's no rush."
The mother and daughter accompanied Yang Huazhong together, and after a while, Xiaoduo also came over.
"Mom, sister, the porridge is ready, my dad..."
"Dad finally fell asleep. Let him sleep for a while. When he wakes up, ask him if he wants to eat." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Uncle Fu said, try not to give him food right now. Eating food will put a burden on his stomach. You can give Dad some sugar water or something to replenish his energy."
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Xiaoduo nodded repeatedly, "I'll watch over here. Mom and sister should go eat some porridge first."
Yang Ruoqing and Sun both ate porridge, and then Sun was left to look after Yang Huazhong, while Yang Ruoqing went home to catch up on her sleep.
Before leaving, she told Xiaoduo to take Feng'er to school to play during the day and come back with Luo Baobao in the evening after school.
If someone in the family is sick, I'm afraid that Feng'er will be exposed to the illness, and I won't be able to take care of him, so it's better to take him to a school.
. Nine Heavens God Emperor
