The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 180 Mutation
In the third year of junior high school, Tan Mianmian was invited to have dinner at the home of a three-year-old baby.

Originally, they didn't want to come, but this family took the cute baby to attack.

Tan Mianmian could only obey and follow the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

The surname of this family is Chen, and the family took root here decades ago. They are the fourth generation without seeing the children, so they are no different from the local fellows in the team.

Because the preparations were made in advance, there were three tables set up at the dinner table today. Although it can't be a big deal, they are basically related relatives, and Tan Zhiqing is really the only outsider.

She didn't have the heart to report it, and the others probably didn't either.

No one thought that on someone's birthday, if everyone praised the child for being cute and blessed, and if the educated youths came to celebrate her birthday, it would bring such harm to the child.

In the corner, the sister-in-law of the Chen family's daughter-in-law stared viciously at the three-year-old child and the young mother who was hugging him.

What kind of pretense should she put on, since she raised a child named Jingui, and she wears new clothes and puts oil on her face. This is showing off, right? Who can't see that she has given birth to a son.

So many people live for him and waste so much food, it will not be a good thing in the future.

From the Chen family, her eyes flicked left and right. Seeing that everyone was talking about other topics, she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. When she looked up again, her eyes could scare a timid person into tears.

"The canned soup is here, come and let me go." The enthusiastic young man of the Chen family who helped serve the dishes shouted.

The next moment, the pot of soup that had just been served was thrown on the child's arm with a backhand. After the Chen family's wife moved her hand, she immediately got up and mixed into the crowd.

Her heart was pounding, and seeing that everyone was surrounding the child, she quietly backed away, and then backed away.

"Wow—it hurts—" when the child howled, the young mother was still in a daze.

It seems that he never expected such an indiscriminate disaster.

"Quick! Rinse with cold water immediately!" Tan Mianmian at the same table shouted loudly.

The young mother who was still in her infancy immediately hugged the child and followed the master's house to find water.

Fortunately, because of the preparation of the noodles, there is still enough water, so there is no need to wait.

After washing it with running water for a while, the crying of the child gradually became quieter but did not stop, and the grandma cried along with her.

On the way, someone brought soy sauce, vinegar, toothpaste and other things to apply externally, but Tan Mianmian stopped them. These things would stimulate the wound surface to deepen the injury and increase the chance of infection.

"Can't paint! Thank you for your kindness, but I'm here, don't panic, I'll take care of it, please stand far away, there is still water, you must ensure that there is enough water!"

"How long will it take?"

"Let me see, it's about fifteen minutes. I have a watch. Please remember that it's ten and twenty minutes, and you! Mommy, always pay attention to whether the child's pain has weakened and whether he feels cold! I'll get it It will come as soon as you get the medicine box, and continue to rush before it comes."

The water is too hot, and it is impossible to get out blisters. She needs to find wet gauze, needles and plaster for a follow-up treatment.

After Tan Mianmian finished explaining, she ran very fast, going back and forth in a short time, and there was only one minute left before the fifteen-minute time limit for flushing.

The child also said that he felt cold.

"Good boy, you are very brave." Tan Mianmian observed the child's hands, and the blisters still appeared.

She sat down cross-legged, at the same level as the child, and began to deal with it: "Look, bad water has run into this bag, now I'm going to take them out and throw them away, be good, don't move around. "

Disinfect the wounded area, remove the blisters with professional skills, and cover with clean gauze. After one set is done, the child will stop crying.

(End of this chapter)