Before he could wait for the training classroom, Lin Qingqing's mobile phone rang. When I took it out of my bag, I saw that it was from home.

As soon as I picked it up, my aunt's panicked voice came from the earpiece. "Madam, Chenchen is sick......"

When he first heard the news, Lin Qingqing's head exploded into a piece of paste. Although she became a mother, it was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Coming back to his senses as quickly as possible, Lin Qingqing immediately asked, "What is the specific situation?" ”

"Chenchen kept vomiting and diarrhea, I thought it was just ordinary spitting up, but I didn't expect the symptoms to continue until now." Listening to the aunt's tone, it seems that she is really anxious.

While motioning to the driver with his hand to ask him to stop, Lin Qingqing continued to explain. "I immediately called my family doctor and asked him to come and have a look, and if the doctor said that the situation was serious and needed to go to the hospital, I asked the driver to take him to the hospital immediately, and I would come immediately." She said methodically.

In the past, Lin Qingqing could only think of Ou Yuanlan whenever something happened, but now that Chenchen has something to do, she can also compulsively calm down and deal with it by herself.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong, this sentence Lin Qingqing now has the most profound understanding. Although she did not receive much care from her mother when she was a child, it is precisely because of this that she wants to give all the good things to her children more and more.

After calling the family doctor, Lin Qingqing pondered for a moment and decided to call Ou Yuanlan. After all, he is the father of the child, and if the situation is serious, he should have more ways to deal with it than himself.

However, after dialing twice in a row, Ou Yuanlan's phone has been unanswered. Lin Qingqing could basically expect that person to be in a meeting again. Only when he is in a meeting will his phone be on flight mute.

While instructing the driver to drive the car to the hospital, he waited for the news to come from home. Lin Qing held his hand, and his palms were sweaty.

During this time, work was busy again, and she had very little time to accompany Chenchen. Every day, except for the night after dinner, she can play with the child for a while, and she is almost not at home at other times.

Thinking like this, Lin Qingqing suddenly began to complain about himself again. She really doesn't look like a good mother, she obviously has children, but she can't be accompanied.

After more than ten minutes of panic, the GP finally called. "Mrs. Ou, the child's condition is more serious, and he may have to be sent to the hospital before he can receive the next step of treatment." The doctor's tone was a little solemn.

As soon as he heard this kind of words, Lin Qingqing's whole heart rose up. "Serious?" She repeated. "What the hell is the problem?" Clenching her phone tightly, she felt like she was going to smash it.

"Pediatric malaria." The doctor said bluntly. "Originally, there was nothing terrible about this disease itself, but because the child's immunity is not good, long-term vomiting and diarrhea may lead to dehydration and then cause life-threatening."

Lin Qingqing couldn't understand many professional terms, but she could clearly hear the last four words, smiling at life. "Take it to the hospital immediately." She said, her body shaking involuntarily again.

Once in the cold river, when she was about to end her life, she never thought that there would be something in this world that belonged to her completely.

Chenchen's arrival is like a ray of light in her life. This light made her reluctant to leave this world, and made her have a little more nostalgia and reluctance for this not-so-beautiful world.

But if someone wants to take this light away one day, Lin Qingqing will definitely not be able to accept it. So when she heard the words life-threatening, she could clearly feel her heart twitching.

By the time she appeared at the hospital, Chenchen had already completed basic diagnosis and treatment and was receiving infusions. Because children's blood vessels are thin and not very clear, even a highly qualified nurse may not be able to hit the nail on the head.

Chenchen, who had already been pricked, was crying, and Lin Qingqing felt distressed when he heard it. "I'll do it." She took the child from her aunt and held it in her arms and coaxed it.

"Chenchen doesn't cry, he'll be cured after getting an injection......" She looked at the child's crying tearful face, and her heart hurt too.

It is clear that this is not a severe pain that any adult cannot bear. But when it happened to his own child, Lin Qingqing couldn't help but magnify this pain countless times and then torture himself.

The second venipuncture was successful. Seeing the blood return in the thin infusion tube, the nurse also breathed a sigh of relief. "Call us again if you have something." She stood up and said.

"Thank you." Lin Qingqing nodded in thanks.

This is probably a step that all parents in the world will go through, watching their child get sick, but they can't share it at all, so they can only take him to seek medical advice.

Chenchen, who hung up the infusion needle, was indeed tired, and it didn't take long for him to sleep quietly in Lin Qingqing's arms.

"Madam, if you don't go and rest first, I'll come." The aunt saw that Lin Qingqing looked tired, so she said to her.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Qingqing lowered his voice and replied, "No need, I'll just hold it." She refused. Auntie, what did the doctor say? She asked again.

"Bacterial infections caused by the change of seasons, children have poor resistance, and they are infected." The aunt retold the doctor's words in their original form.

"How long will it take to recover?" She continued to ask.

After pondering for a moment, the aunt replied: "The doctor said that it will take about a week, the child's body is too weak, and you have to pay attention to a minor illness......" She was still babbling, but Lin Qingqing turned into her own thoughts.

The model show is about to start in a week, but Chenchen is still sick, how can she rest assured? Looking at the child in her arms and thinking about her work, she was also in a dilemma.

Before she could think clearly, the phone in her pocket vibrate. "Auntie, help me get it." Lin Qingqing couldn't let go.

took it out of her pocket and put it in Lin Qingqing's ear, so she could barely answer. "What's wrong?" Ou Yuanlan's cold tone came from the earpiece.

"Chenchen is sick." Lin Qingqing didn't add much pretentiousness, and went straight to the point.

The other end of the line was quiet for a few seconds, and then he continued to ask, "What's wrong?" Is it serious? What do doctors say? "He still had an organized state in his head.

"Malaria, I have been sent to the hospital for infusion, but fortunately it is not particularly serious." Lin Qingqing answered one question after another, as if he had lost the nervousness he had at the beginning.