Seeing that two of the people in the group stopped talking, Ji Liunian really didn't ask much, Ling Yichuan naturally breathed a sigh of relief, and the group went to the hot spring sanatorium in the north of Shangcheng.

The hot spring sanatorium in the north of Shangcheng, first built in the Ming Dynasty, has been a warm resort for hundreds of years. Later, it was classified as a recuperation center for veteran cadres, and generally did not receive them to the outside world, and they could not enter unless they had special relationships and special means.

Nowadays, many hot spring centers outside claim to use natural hot spring water, but in fact, where is there so much natural hot spring water? It's all boiled with boiling water.

However, in the sanatorium, it is absolutely 100% natural hot springs. Although the buildings here were built relatively early, the settings inside may not be very modern, but it is this antique precipitation that adds a bit of charm.

Moreover, this is a sanatorium after all, and a sanatorium means that all first aid measures are complete. Even if An Xiuru has various accidents, she can be rescued smoothly.

At this time, there are not many old cadres who come here to recuperate, and Ling Yichuan has chosen a small apartment with its own hot spring pool for everyone who has lived, so that you don't have to go to the big pool outside, you can take a bath in your own hot spring pool.

However, for people like An Xiuru who need special rehabilitation activities, the small hot spring pool that comes with it, which is slightly the size of a round whirlpool, is a bit too small to move the limbs at all. Therefore, as soon as Ji Liunian and Ji Qixuan put down their luggage, Ling Yichuan originally thought that she could be close to his wife, but she ran to her parents' room all of a sudden, helped her mother change her clothes, and prepared for the event.

An Xiuru is recovering very well now, not only can she speak, but she can also move her hands and feet slightly. But this kind of exercise is no different from a stroke. Ji Qixuan also bought a wheelchair from the hospital and pushed her there.

It's just that An Xiuru has been in a vegetative state for more than a year, lying in chuang-shang all day without exercising, even if she eats less, she is still very heavy, from the original standard figure of 160 in height and 110 in weight, to 120. In the hospital before, Ji Liunian and Ji Qixuan often helped An Xiuru push into a wheelchair and go down to bask in the sun. However, it also takes two or three people to cooperate.

There are no nurses and doctors here to help, Ji Liunian and Ji Qixuan are fine to change An Xiuru's swimsuit, but it is a little difficult to pick her up and put her in a wheelchair.

In particular, Ji Liunian didn't want Ji Qixuan to help, he had very high blood pressure and was taking medicine all the time, the doctor said that he couldn't make a sudden effort, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it for a while. Seeing her father's appearance, she immediately said, "I'll come, I'll help my mother up." ”

"How can you move? If you fall, it's even worse. Ji Qixuan shook his head, Ji Liunian's little arms and legs, it's okay to pinch Ling Yichuan, this kind of physical work? Forget it!

"Then what's the matter, Dad, you're also old, and it's not good if you flash your waist."

The two were arguing, and it happened that Ling Yichuan came to look for her. As soon as he saw this, he didn't say a word, walked to the edge of the bed, bent down, put An Xiuru's two hands on his shoulders, and his own arms took care of her legs, stood gently together, and carried An Xiuru on his back at once.

Ji Liunian and Ji Qixuan looked at him with some surprise, such a big man, but carrying his dying old mother behind his back.