Chapter 238: Illness Comes Like a Mountain

He An'an's fever was very serious this time, she fell asleep groggily, completely unaware that her family had turned upside down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

At more than two o'clock in the morning, she began to have a high fever, He Jianbin followed Fang Huimin to take care of the old lady's funeral, and answered correctly to relatives and friends, many of whom came from afar and arranged them in the hotel, and needed to be responsible for hospitality.

He Jianbin simply followed Fang Huimin to open a room in the hotel, and never came back at night.

Jiang's mother couldn't rest assured that He An'an got up at night, turned around and took a look, only to find that she had a high fever, so she hurriedly helped change her clothes and notified Old Man He.

There are only two people left in the family, Jiang Ma and Old Man He, Zhao Yingsong went home at night, and now he doesn't rush to call people, at the critical moment, the benefits of Old Man He's insistence on strengthening his body are reflected.

The old man personally carried He An'an on his back, rushed out of the house with Jiang's mother and the two of them in the middle of the night, and took a taxi and went straight to the central hospital.

There was a scarcity of night shift emergency doctors in the hospital, and it was difficult to find the emergency room, but there was no one in the room.

Old man He was anxious, he had been an old leader all his life, and as soon as his temper came up, he couldn't suppress it if he wanted to, and he had a seizure on the spot.

Old Man He directly used the phone in the doctor's office to call Fan Lao and asked him to find the director of the hospital affiliated to the military region.

When Mr. Fan received a phone call, he heard that Mr. He had clearly explained what was going on, but without saying a word, he hurriedly made a phone call to the landline of the director of the hospital affiliated to the military region, and dug people up in the middle of the night to solve the matter.

Not long after Mr. He hung up the phone, a doctor in a white coat hurriedly ran in from outside the corridor, looking quite young, rushed in with a circled expression, asked about the patient's situation, hurriedly examined He An'an, prescribed medicine, injections and infusions, and waited for everything to settle down, it was already more than an hour later.

Old Man He was still angry: "You doctors should save lives and help the wounded, is this emergency room a decoration?" The patient's family rushed over in a hurry, but they couldn't find a doctor who could save their lives! My granddaughter has a high fever today, you rescued it in time, the person is fine, if it is really delayed, what if a good child's brain is burned out? ā€

The young doctor was quite aggrieved, he just got off the operating table, stood for six hours, tired back pain and eyes, finally climbed into bed and wanted to rest, he received a call from the director of the department, and hurriedly rushed over to save people.

When the young doctor saw Old Man He's posture, he was able to alarm the director in the middle of the night, and personally called over to arrange work, which shows that this person has a bit of a connection, anyway, the person has been saved now, and some verbal disputes can still be avoided.

The young doctor bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "It's all our fault, our negligence, there are indeed a few emergency patients who rushed together tonight, and just pushed one into the operating room before." ā€

Old man He still had to give a lecture, and a little nurse rushed over to inform the ward that the arrangement was completed, it was a special care ward, and it didn't matter if there was no door, and it didn't matter if you couldn't get into the senior nursing room.

There are two beds in one room, a sofa and a TV, and a small dining table.

He Anan slowly woke up after the infusion, and then realized that she actually had a high fever and went to the hospital.

Jiang's mother took a wet towel to help her wipe her hands and feet, and deliberately filled a hot water bottle, and warmed the cold liquid in the infusion tube, for fear of stimulating He Anan's blood vessels.

Old Man He sat on the hospital bed opposite, looking at He An'an, who was shrunk in the white flower quilt and only showed a haggard little face, and his eyes flickered past the appearance of He Jianfang when he was hospitalized and recuperated.

He Jianfang is the pain that Old Man He can't erase for the first time in his heart, after so many years, even if he only thinks about it occasionally, he still feels heartbreaking.

He Anan was uncomfortable and simply closed his eyes to rest, Jiang's mother sat next to the bed, looking at the infusion, Old Man He was immersed in his own memories, silent, and the ward was very quiet for a while.

"This is it, isn't it?"

When Fan Lao's voice came from the corridor, the three people in the ward heard it at the same time, and they all looked at the door, and saw Fan Lao leading Fan Xuezhi and the guards at home to rush into the ward.

The first thing Fan Lao did when he entered the ward was to look at He An'an, and when he saw that she was lying on the hospital bed and had already been infused, he knew that there was no big problem, so he turned his head and sat on the opposite bed next to Old Man He: "What's the matter?" ā€

Old man He: "Isn't Huimin's mother out of the funeral today, An An caught a cold when she attended the funeral, and she fell ill when she went home, and she found out that she had a high fever at two o'clock in the morning, so she came to the hospital in a hurry." ā€

Fan Lao was just about to speak, but when he saw that Old Man He didn't look at him at all, Fan Lao followed Old Man He's line of sight and was stunned.

Fan Xuezhi sat on the chair in front of He An'an's bed, holding He An'an's hand that had not been injected, and putting it in front of his mouth, his eyes were full of pity, and his voice was as low as ever, but it was not difficult to hear the distressed trill inside: "Is it better?" Why did you suddenly have a fever? I was scared to death when I knew the news. ā€

He Anan didn't expect Fan Xuezhi to come over in the middle of the night, she is sick and weak now, and her brain is also mixed with pulp, it is a surprise to be able to see Fan Xuezhi at this time.

He Anan pursed her lips, because of the fever, her mouth was very dry, and she said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, it's just a cold." ā€

Fan Xuezhi reached out and touched her head, touched his own, and was stunned for a moment: "It seems that the fever has subsided." ā€

He Anan wanted to laugh, but he didn't have much strength, so he could only raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "I've been injected, I'm sure I'll see it." ā€

He Anan looked at Fan Xuezhi, the weather in May was still quite cool in the morning and evening, but his head was sweaty, and his sideburns were wet and reflected in the light.

"How did you get it?" He An'an's words were strange.

Fan Xuezhi kissed her palm: "I'm scared, I really frightened me." ā€

He An'an: "I'm fine, you see that you are sweating, don't catch a cold and catch a cold." ā€

He Anan and Fan Xuezhi were talking affectionately, and Old Man He and Old Fan looked at each other with heavy faces.

It's good for these two children to have a small relationship, but they have been following Zhang Jing before, and no one has paid special attention to it, but now looking at their way of getting along, it seems that they are a little too close to each other, but if they want to say that there is something else, Old Man He and Old Fan are not willing to think about it.

He Anan said a few words to Fan Xuezhi, and the corner of his eye swept to the two elders sitting on the opposite bed, dragged his hand back, and glanced at Fan Xuezhi.

Fan Xuezhi reacted at this time, let go of his hand and sat up straight, and carefully helped He Anan tuck the corners of the quilt. (To be continued.) )