Zhang Yurong was in a hurry to die, in the imperial doctor's prescription, there were also Chuanbei, honeysuckle, banlangen and the like, she had no energy at work during the day these days, and was completely affected by the son in her dream.

But she found several classic prescriptions from the book, and also found reasons for Zeng Lin, but the effect was still not good.

Antibiotics are needed in the end!

But in this dream of ancient times, how could there be antibiotics? Can't you bring it to your dreams from the modern side?

Zhang Yurong coaxed the child, ate some rice porridge, drank the decoction, half leaned on the head of the bed, and held the child to let him sleep more comfortably.

You can't put it down, and once you put the child down, you won't stop coughing.

Before, Zhang Yurong only let the child lean on the quilt at the head of the bed, but today's words from the imperial doctor made Zhang Yurong feel extremely uncomfortable.

She knows that her child is attached to her and wants to give him more intimate contact to give him confidence and hope.

Even Zhang Yurong prepared for the worst, and when she couldn't hold on, she hoped that she would always hold the child.

When Chen Mingyi came in, what he saw was Zhang Yurong sitting and holding the child, with an anxious look on her face.

Seeing the visitor, Zhang Yurong didn't want to say a word, and she didn't care about any etiquette.

In the past few days, as long as Chen Mingyi goes to the court, he will always come over to see the children a few times.

It is the sister-in-law, who is said to have taken her two nieces to donate porridge outside during the day.

After dinner in the evening, a person who was routine came over and stood at the door to ask a question, and left without a second of delay.

Everyone is afraid of being sick.

The mother-in-law was admonished, and she was never allowed to come over to see the child, and even Shirui Shihao was also taken out to follow her mother-in-law two days ago, avoiding Shimei.

The atmosphere in the room was very dull, and the nurse also sat on the side, blushing and uncomfortable for the eldest son and the second lady.

Chen Mingyi turned around with tears in his eyes and went out.

As soon as Chen Mingyi went out, he ran into Cao Weijun, who came to see Shimei on a routine tonight.

"What's wrong?"

Cao Weijun looked at his man, his eyes were red with tears, and he knew what was going on.

It's one thing to be glad that you haven't touched your hands in the past few days, but you still have to show worry on your face. How can I say that she is still the mother of Shimei!

"Don't bother, Shimei just squinted, don't wake him up!"

After Chen Mingyi finished speaking, he strode out, he needed someone, he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself in the next moment, and he would howl and cry.

Cao Weijun slowly and gently paced to the door of Zhang Yurong's house, and stretched out his head to take a look.

I saw Zhang Yurong leaning on the head of the bed and crying quietly, and Shimei leaned on her arms and squinted, even if she squinted, she was wheezing and breathing hard.

When the nurse saw the eldest lady, she pretended not to see it and lowered her head slightly, and continued to wipe her tears with a handkerchief.

Does she look down on the eldest lady, or the eldest son's mother, in the past few days of the eldest prince, has she really cared about the life and death of the eldest prince?

Are you still in the mood to go to the city for porridge at this time?

Who are the soup kitcheners outside the city?

Those are all really rich families, royal relatives, and Jia merchants!

Over the years in Kyoto, a clean official like Uncle would not donate porridge like this at all!

It's like a default rule of officialdom.

I don't know if the uncle knows about the eldest lady donating porridge outside the city these days!

After Chen Mingyi cried hard in the front yard alone, he looked at the excerpts with a strong spirit, and at eleven o'clock in the evening, he came to Zhang Yurong's yard again with heavy steps.

When I entered the house, I looked like when I left, and I still looked like I came.

The child leaned into his mother's arms, squinting, coughing from time to time, and breathing all the time.

Zhang Yurong's red and swollen eyes looked over, but she still didn't want to say anything.

She is very powerless, even if she is a doctor, in this dream without antibiotics, she can only hold her child, watching him pneumonia get worse and worse, maybe she will soon face such an outcome.

Despite this mental preparation, I also know that this is just my own dream.

But she has been dreaming of this drama for too long.

In the past few days, she can't help but be in a trance, is this a dream, or is modern life a dream?

"Squint for a moment, I'll be here watching!"

Chen Mingyi said this very lightly, sat aside, and then waved his hand to the nurse: "You also go to rest for a while, I will call you when I leave!" ”

Although Chen Mingyi was very sad, he also knew that the nurse could not fall down at this time.

Zhang Yurong nodded at the nurse and motioned for her to go back and rest and rest, she was still afraid of bullshit men and women at this time?

After the nurse left, Chen Mingyi sat one meter away from the bed, quietly looking at the mother and son holding on the bed.

In fact, it was his wife who was going to hold the child.

But since she said a few days ago that she would give the child to her younger siblings to take care of, she has never mentioned taking care of the child again.

Even when the child is not good, he can take his daughter to the city to give porridge, and in the name of praying for the prince.

How can he stop it?

What's more, she used her own dowry to go to the soup kitchen!

In the past few days, someone asked himself, why did his younger siblings have 30,000 taels of marriage and didn't know how to go out to give porridge? On the contrary, his wife only brought a few hundred taels to dowry, and she still knew how to go out to give porridge and pray for the prince?

How could he answer!

Just when Chen Mingyi's thoughts were flying alone, Zhang Yurong finally squinted while holding her son.

Zhang Yurong, who returned to reality, lay on the bed and cried bitterly as soon as she opened her eyes.

After crying for a while, I washed my face vigorously and cleaned myself up, and then walked to the hospital with a heavy heart.

Today is a good weather in real life, the sun has come out, although it is minus two degrees, but Zhang Yurong does not feel cold at all.

This kind of temperature is much better than the cold winter in my dream.

Take a deep breath, shake your head heavily, and keep instilling in yourself that it is a dream, and whoever dies in the dream, even if he dies, is just a dream.

If you can't distinguish between reality and dreams, you will really hurt the patient, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Along the way, he instilled himself in the department so strongly, which can temporarily throw away the influence of the dream drama.

Soon after a busy day, she stuck to the end of work at seven o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Yurong suddenly slumped down against the elevator wall.

When you are busy, you don't want to think about the child in your dreams, but the moment you are done, the child's wheezing and coughing sound rings in your ears.

"Director Zhang, something is wrong with you today? Do you want me to take you home? ”

Zhao Qian, the director who got off the elevator with Zhang Yurong, was a little surprised to see Zhang Yurong so tired.

This is a woman who is more manly than a man!

Hit by a great aunt? Zhao Qian secretly speculated.