Jiang Zhiling immediately squatted down and checked Song Ye's condition: "Where exactly does it hurt?"
"Here." Song Ye was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat, and his hand fell somewhere on his abdomen.
"This is the appendix, probably acute appendicitis."
After Jiang Zhiling finished speaking, she immediately picked up Song Ye and said, "Xixi, wait here. If Song Chen comes back, tell him that I will take Xiao Ye to the hospital."
With that said, Jiang Zhiling walked out quickly.
Walking to the door of the military compound, Jiang Zhiling asked for help from the guards.
Upon seeing this, the guards immediately picked up Song Ye and rushed to the military hospital as quickly as possible.
Sent to the hospital emergency room, the doctor quickly checked Song Ye's condition.
It was confirmed to be acute appendicitis, which required surgery because the condition was serious.
So Jiang Zhiling took Song Ye to do a series of examinations.
When they were sent back to the ward after the examination, Song Chen came with Xixi in his arms.
"How is Xiaoye?" Song Chen asked anxiously.
"Acute appendicitis requires surgery." Jiang Zhining answered concisely.
Once the test results come out, surgery will be performed immediately.
When Song Chen heard that he was going to have surgery, he pursed his lips and his eyes flashed with worry.
Song Ye's face turned pale in pain, his brows were full of fear, and he begged with a trembling voice: "Mom, can I not have surgery?"
Looking at the uneasiness that could not be concealed on that young face, Jiang Zhiling sat down on the side of the bed: "No. Acute appendicitis is usually treated with surgery, otherwise it will occur frequently and it will be very painful."
Song Ye was so painful that tears welled up in his eyes: "I don't dare to do surgery."
Jiang Zhiling held his little hand and said gently: "Xiaoye is the bravest. In fact, surgery is not that scary. The doctor will give you an injection in a while, and after you fall asleep..."
Jiang Zhiling comforted his emotions with a gentle voice, like a real mother.
Song Ye looked at her longingly, feeling her concern, and the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.
"We, Xiaoye, are brave knights and we can definitely win this battle, right?" Jiang Zhiling said with a smile.
Tears rolled down from his eyes, and Song Ye nodded heavily: "Okay, I will listen to my mother."
"So good." Jiang Zhiling stroked his head lovingly.
At this moment, the nurse walked in: "Kid Song Ye, we are going to have an operation."
Song Ye's body trembled subconsciously, but seeing the encouraging eyes of Jiang Zhiling and Song Chen, he still tried to overcome the fear in his heart and raised his head: "Okay, will I be afraid?"
"Wow, you are so brave." The nurse said with a smile, then pushed the cart and took Song Ye to the operating room.
"Song Ye's mother, please sign this surgery consent form." The doctor handed her the documents one by one.
Jiang Zhiling took it and signed her name neatly.
Afterwards, he took Xixi and Song Chen to wait outside the operating room.
Looking at Song Chen who remained silent, Jiang Zhiling wondered: "What's wrong?"
"Xiao Ye, is your life in danger?" Song Chen raised his head, with rare worry in his usually calm eyes.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiling consoled her: "Appendix surgery is a minor surgery and there is nothing dangerous about it."
Hearing what she said, Song Chen nodded: "Well, I believe you."
Immediately afterwards, the lights in the operating room came on.
Song Chen stood behind her, feeling an indescribable sense of security in his heart.
Because Jiang Zhiling is very busy, he almost always handles the problems encountered by his younger brothers and sisters by himself.
But in fact, he is only a ten-year-old child, and he will also be nervous and scared.
Suddenly, Song Chen noticed something.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Song Chen turned around and ran out.
Jiang Zhiling just glanced at it, and then looked away.
She was reassured by him, knowing that he would not run away.
Five minutes later, Song Chen ran back panting and stood in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhiling looked at him puzzled.
Song Chen was a little awkward and didn't know how to speak, so he handed her the band-aid in his hand: "Your foot."
Jiang Zhining took it flattered: "Thank you."
I had just run for a while while holding Song Ye in high heels, and the skin on my heels was scratched.
Unexpectedly, he noticed this small detail.
Jiang Zhiling was about to bend down, but she saw that wearing a cheongsam was a bit inconvenient.
Seeing this, Song Chen took the band-aid back, then squatted down and put the band-aid on her heel.
"Song Chen, I don't think you have the potential to be a warm man." Jiang Zhiling said jokingly.
Hearing this, his face suddenly turned red and he silently shifted his gaze to the operating room to hide his nervousness.
Appendicitis was a minor surgery, and Song Ye was soon pushed out, and the three of them pushed the cart back to the ward.
After the anesthesia wore off, Song Ye slowly woke up.
"How are you, Xiaoye?" Song Chen asked anxiously.
Song Ye tried his best to put on a very shallow smile: "Brother, I'm fine. Mom, I'm not crying."
Jiang Zhiling pinched his cheek: "Our Xiaoye is very brave."
Hearing her compliment, Song Ye smiled happily.
No matter how minor the appendix surgery was, it was still an operation, and Song Ye needed to be hospitalized for seven days.
So Jiang Zhiling went back to the compound to pack some daily necessities and clothes.
After packing her things, Jiang Zhiling went to Liu Zhilan's house.
She had a stone mill at home, so Jiang Zhiling took some beans and went to her place to grind some soy milk.
Later, I cooked some rice porridge.
By the time I finished all this and returned to the hospital with my big and small bags, it was already very late.
After putting the things away, Jiang Zhiling took out the thermos box.
"Song Chen, you and Xixi have this." Jiang Zhiling handed him a thermos box.
Song Chen took it and took out the food one by one.
Song Ye was about to sit up, but Jiang Zhiling quickly stopped him because the wound hurt.
"Don't move. The anesthetic has worn off and it will hurt now. You lie down and I feed you." Jiang Zhiling said matter-of-factly.
Song Ye opened his mouth in shock and shook his head quickly: "No, it's okay. I can come by myself."
He wanted to be a sensible son and not let Jiang Zhiling work hard. This way, she won't dislike him.
"Be obedient and lie down." Jiang Zhining could not refuse.
"But……"
"Song Ye." Jiang Zhiling looked serious, and Song Ye immediately remained motionless.
"Turn your head slightly to avoid choking." Jiang Zhining took out a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge, blew it cold and brought it to his mouth, "Eat slowly."
Song Ye's eyes sparkled with tears. He resisted the urge to cry and opened his mouth obediently.
"I just had the operation. I'll drink porridge for the next two days. I'll make vegetable porridge for you tomorrow. When you feel better, I'll make you chicken soup. Later, I'll drink some soy milk to avoid hunger."
Jiang Zhiling said without stopping the movement of her hands.
"Okay." While she wasn't paying attention, Song Ye quietly wiped away the tears from his eyes.
His mother is so kind.
After feeding him a bowl of porridge, Jiang Zhiling stood up and said, "I'm going to ask the doctor if there is anything else that needs attention."
After looking at her back with nostalgia, Song Ye finally looked away for a long time and looked at Song Chen: "Brother, I'm so happy that my mother took care of me when I was sick."
Seeing the tears on his face, Song Chen wiped them for him: "Little crying bag."
He did not deny what he said.
