When she arrived at the hospital, she called Wen Zhan again to ask for their specific location.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the call was connected, before Wen Zhan could say anything, the child's heart-wrenching cry could be heard.
Her heart suddenly tightened, as if someone had whipped her hard, "What's wrong with the baby? He's crying so hard. Is he getting an injection?"
Wen Zhan felt uncomfortable seeing the child suffering, and said angrily: "Pediatric massage room on the fourth floor of the outpatient clinic, stop talking nonsense and come here quickly!"
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she hurried upstairs without hanging up the phone.
Panting, she found the pediatric massage room. She looked at her baby girl who was kneaded by the doctor until she cried, and her heart trembled with heartache.
"What's wrong? You're crying like this..."
When Aunt Zhou saw her, she quickly turned around and made room for her to get closer, and comforted her: "Don't worry, madam, the doctor is massaging my sister. It doesn't hurt, but she is resisting, so she keeps crying."
Mu Wanqing also knows that young children generally do not give infusions and injections casually. Professional and experienced Chinese medicine doctors will use massage methods to help babies relieve pain and relieve their condition.
She felt a little relieved, but seeing her daughter crying and struggling all the time made her feel really distressed and anxious.
Wen Zhan glanced at her with a complicated look in his eyes. He wanted to continue to ridicule her, but he held back because of the crowd.
The doctor saw her and asked, "Is mom here?"
"Yes, can I hold her? That might be better." Mu Wanqing asked the doctor eagerly.
"Okay, now massage her back. Just hold her and sit on your lap, lift her clothes to expose her back." The doctor continued to move his hands and gave verbal instructions.
Mu Wanqing immediately sat over, picked up the crying little girl, and coaxed her softly and gently.
The poor little girl cried even more aggrievedly after seeing her mother, and then slowly calmed down. She buried her little face in her mother's arms and continued to sob.
The sunshine was very good, coming in from the window, and the whole room was covered with a layer of golden color.
Wen Zhan stood aside, staring at the woman with faint eyes, watching her face full of love and compassion as she took care of her daughter, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light. For a moment, her soul was frozen, and she was fascinated by the sight.
After a while, the doctor straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's do this for now. We have to come again tomorrow."
Mu Wanqing was fully focused on her daughter and didn't notice anything strange about Wen Zhan. She just thanked the doctor for helping her daughter organize her clothes and asked at the same time: "What's wrong with the baby? Gastroenteritis?"
The doctor in charge of massage said: "It should be so. You have to ask Director Qin about the specific cause."
Director Qin?
Mu Wanqing looked at Aunt Zhou, who said, "He is the expert who treated children this morning."
Wen Zhan came back to his senses at this moment, and when he saw the woman turning her gaze towards him again, his expression immediately calmed down, and his handsome face showed displeasure: "It's all thanks to you that the two children are sick this time."
Mu Wanqing was confused. What do you mean?
Wen Zhan did not continue to explain, turned around and hugged his son.
Little Wenze also finished the massage. He drank less breast milk and his symptoms were relatively mild. He didn't cry much and fell asleep now.
Mu Wanqing followed him with her daughter in her arms and asked, "What do you mean by what you just said? Does my child's illness have something to do with it?"
"The doctor said that they may have drank the breast milk you brought back yesterday, which caused vomiting and diarrhea. My sister drank more, and her symptoms were more serious, and she also had a low fever. The doctor suspected that it was mild food poisoning." The last sentence, the old expert It was just a casual mention, but Wen Zhan said it deliberately to scare her.
Can't you just take care of your children at home?
I had to go out to work hard and carry breast milk in such a troublesome manner. As a result, I didn't know where there was a problem, causing the breast milk to be contaminated.
Mu Wanqing was really frightened by the words "food poisoning", her face changed, and she looked at her daughter even more distressed.
"Did the doctor say that? Are you sure it's a problem with breast milk?" She wasn't trying to shirk responsibility, she just wanted to know what the problem was so that she could avoid it in the future. Otherwise, what if the children were affected again?
Wen Zhan held his son and walked ahead. After entering the elevator, he said: "Yi Hang went back to get the remaining breast milk. We will know what happened when it is sent to the hospital for testing."
After finishing his words, he glanced at the woman and said, "I still hope you will come back early and concentrate on taking care of the children. I will pay you money on your card every month and it will be used as salary."
He thought maybe he would give her his bank card and she would be too embarrassed to spend it.
It would be more comfortable to transfer the money directly to her card, right?
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips and said nothing.
Let's not talk about whether it was caused by breast milk. Even if it was, she could pay careful attention in the future to ensure that it would not happen again - but let her come back and concentrate on raising the child. How could this be possible?
Seeing her silence, Wen Zhan knew that she was resisting again.
The hospital was crowded, so he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he walked to the parking space after getting out of the elevator.
Mu Wanqing only thought about her child at the moment and didn't want to argue with him. She consciously followed him with her sister in her arms and got into the car with him.
When we arrived, there was a nanny car and Wen Zhan's car.
But now Yi Hang drives back to collect breast milk samples and has not returned yet. One car is not enough.
Wen Zhan asked the driver to come over and drive the Maybach, and ordered Aunt Zhou to take a taxi back with the confinement nanny and the servant.
The two of them sat down and closed the car door, leaving only a small space.
My sister has been humming and moaning, and she has never stopped. She was holding her upright when she was walking, and the little girl couldn't eat if she wanted to. Now her mother sits down and is holding her horizontally. Her little face is right next to her mother's chest, smelling The milky fragrance makes me unable to help but keep humping.
Mu Wanqing also knew that she was hungry, but the driving on the road was shaking, and she was worried that she would vomit after feeding, so she could only coax her patiently and gently, trying to get her to sleep for a while and wait until she got home before eating.
But Wen Zhan couldn't stand it. Seeing her resisting breastfeeding her daughter, he thought she was deliberately avoiding him and refused to take off her clothes in the car.
Thinking that the two children were implicated by her, old and new hatreds rushed into his heart. He turned around and said with a sullen face: "You feed the child when she is hungry. Can you fall asleep when you are hungry?"
Mu Wanqing was already in a dilemma. When she heard this, she looked at his stern face and frowned: "What if I vomit again later..."
"Then let her stay hungry because she's afraid of vomiting?" Wen Zhan became more and more angry, feeling that her head was full of water.
Such a young child is vomiting and defecating, and has not eaten much since morning. How can he not cry or fuss!
Even an adult can't handle it!
While the man was scolding, the child became even more fussy, kicking up his little arms and legs, and kept pushing his face into his mother's arms.
Mu Wanqing frowned, and she had no choice but to compromise: "Oh oh oh, don't cry anymore, mommy will feed the baby right now..."
She moaned softly, turned slightly sideways, and started to unbutton her shirt with her other hand.
Wen Zhan felt even more unhappy when he saw her awkward movements.
I knew that she was ruthlessly starving her daughter because she was afraid that she would see her.
I'm asleep inside and out, how can I be so pretentious!
