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The college entrance examination was over, but Zhong Shan fell ill, without any warning in advance, and without eating any unclean things, he suddenly vomited and diarrhea, and also developed a high fever, and stayed in the hospital for a week. After tossing for more than a week, I lost so much weight that both eye sockets collapsed, and my condition did not improve.

During the week, the mother served her sick son day and night, making cold compresses for hand towels, asking her son what he wanted to eat, and wiping tears from her tears behind her back. My son is strong when he is young, and he rarely gets seriously ill, but when he was 5 years old, he had a chickenpox fever for three days, which scared her half to death. I didn't expect a small diarrhea to be so menacing this time.

The father was also in a hurry, pacing up and down the corridor outside the ward, and when he saw the doctor coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask his son if he was seriously ill and when he would be better. The answer I got was "severe dysentery", and I had to take care of it slowly. More urgent. He knew that dysentery was a common disease in summer, but he couldn't figure out how serious this "serious illness" was, and the doctor didn't know how serious it was. Suddenly, he thought of his old neighbor Wu Youwen, wasn't he the director of the hospital's surgery? Some people rushed to the doctor and hurriedly ran to inquire.

Wu Youwen happened to be on duty, just came back from the room inspection, and was taking off the stethoscope on his neck, when he saw his old neighbor Zhong Shulin standing at the door, he hurriedly asked him to sit down in the office, and asked Brother Zhong why he was so idle to come to the hospital today. Zhong Shulin briefly talked about his son's condition, looked at Dr. Wu with eager eyes, and waited for him to give good medical advice. Wu Youwen closed the door tightly, approached Zhong Shulin mysteriously, and said that it stands to reason that this is not my surgical patient, and we shouldn't interfere, but since the big brother is here, and the sick nephew is the eldest nephew, I can't help but help with this. So he tore off a piece of white paper, unscrewed the pen and brushed a few flavors of Chinese medicine, handed the prescription to Zhong Shulin, and said that this is the prescription that my old father passed down from my ancestors to treat dysentery, and you will go to the Chinese medicine shop to grab the medicine according to the prescription, go home and fry it for the child, three times a day, and it should have an effect in less than three days. Zhong Shulin held Director Wu's hands tightly, choked up for a while, and didn't know what to say.

After drinking the medicine, Zhong Shan's condition quickly lightened, first the fever subsided, and then the number of bowel movements gradually decreased, and at noon on the third day, he actually said that he felt a little hungry and wanted to eat the white gnocchi soup made by his mother.

Li Chunhua was overjoyed when she heard her son say that she wanted to eat, and hurriedly trotted home, lit a gas fire, added water to the pot, cut cabbage leaves, pulled gnocchi, lay a poached egg, and did not forget to drop a few drops of sesame oil when she came out of the pot. I filled the pimple soup in a thermos bucket and hurried back to the hospital.

When he entered the ward, he saw that Lao Zhong was digging watermelon for his son with a spoon to eat one bite at a time, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and said: "People with diarrhea have weak stomachs and intestines, so they can't eat watermelon indiscriminately." ”

Old Zhong smiled and said, "Look at you, it's like I'm going to hurt your son." Do you take a closer look at the watermelon I feed my son? It's obviously a melon, okay? Dr. Wu said that eating melons can quickly replenish the water lost by the body and help the body recover. ”

When Li Chunhua heard this, she was relieved. Hurriedly put down the thermos bucket, unscrewed it, and put the gnocchi soup and eggs into a bowl and served them to his son.

Zhong Shan gulped down the pimple soup made by his mother, ate a big bowl, and sweated profusely. The old couple looked at each other, and then at their son, who was gobbling up the pimple soup, and smiled happily.

This "severe dysentery" came like a violent wind and went away like a drizzle.