Yang Cuihua is sick.

He had a high fever and was talking nonsense, and his mind was not very clear.

Xue Chan helped her do a checkup, but she didn't find any other problems, she couldn't find the cause of the fever, and she was a little helpless.

"Or, take it to the hospital." Xue Chan was very embarrassed: "There are many situations at home that can't be found. ”

After all, the conditions are limited.

"Don't go to the hospital!"

Yang Cuihua, who was semi-unconscious, sat up from the bed abruptly and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Xue Chan was frightened, and the stethoscope in her hand fell to the ground and cracked.

Yang Cuihua turned her head sharply after shouting, and glared at Xue Chan viciously: "It's all Xue Mu's harm!" You want me to go to the hospital and play with me, don't you? I tell you, don't want me to go to the hospital! I'm not going! ”

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have exhausted her strength, and with a bang, she lay back on the pillow again.

Xue Chan was in a very bad mood.

She didn't want to continue to care about Yang Cuihua.

What does this have to do with Mu Mu? Mu Mu is not at home!

"Did you hear that?" Rong Yan sneered: "Listen to what she said, listen to how much she doesn't like Mu Mu, since your mother is unwilling to go to the hospital, then get some antipyretic medicine for her to drink, and physically cool down." ”

"Your own mother, serve yourself!"

Yesterday's events and today's events made Rong Yan very uncomfortable.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went to the kitchen to help Yang Cuihua make porridge.

The old man was sick, and he couldn't eat anything else after taking medicine, so he could only drink some white porridge and porridge.

"Dad, look at grandma, I'll help grandma get medicine."

Yang Cuihua can't take the medicine prepared at home, she is old, there is medicine suitable for her, not to mention that she has to go to the hospital to ask the director what is better to eat.

Xue Chan hurriedly changed her clothes and left.

In the bedroom, Xue Shengqing squatted beside the bed and helped Yang Cuihua apply a warm towel to her forehead.

His wrist was suddenly held by Yang Cuihua.

"Shengqing." Yang Cuihua opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes was cloudy.

"Hey, Mom, I'm here, I'm here." Xue Shengqing held her hand back.

"It's Xue Mu, it's Xue Mu!"

Yang Cuihua squeezed Xue Shengqing's wrist hard, her cloudy eyes were round, and the expression on her face was very hideous.

"You have to be careful of her, she will ruin this family and ruin you!"

Xue Shengqingqiang smiled: "Mom, you are sick and have a fever, don't talk and rest." ”

"I'm not talking nonsense, Mom is very sober, last night my house was on fire, the whole house was full of fire, there was a child spitting fire, he was put in by Xue Mu, I told you many times, Xue Mu died, she died!"

Syllable.

Rong Yan walked in with a medicine bowl and happened to hear this sentence.

She put the bowl on the table dissatisfied, glared at Xue Shengqing, who was squatting on the edge of the bed without saying a word, and turned to go out.

"Mom, let's take the medicine first."

Xue Shengqing raised Yang Cuihua's body a little higher and fed her medicine.

Yang Cuihua didn't say anything strange this time, and obediently drank the medicine.

Xue Shengqing breathed a sigh of relief.

After drinking the medicine, Yang Cuihua closed her eyes again, and soon there was an even breathing sound.

Xue Shengqing helped her change a towel again, and this time went out with an empty bowl.

Found Rong Yan in the side hall on the first floor.

Xue Shengqing smiled: "Don't be angry, my mother has a fever and is talking nonsense." ”

Rong Yan ignored him at all and continued to work on his own.

"Hello, you talk to me." Xue Shengqing said with a smile.

"Huh."

"Are you finished?" Rong Yan pushed people away.

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