Sister-in-law from a poor family

Chapter 41 There is congestion on the head
At night, Fu Jingbo, who had just returned to the room after taking a shower, sat on the bed and frowned.

Qin Mianmian saw him like that as soon as she walked in, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Jingbo, your head hurts again?" She pursed her lips and walked forward. As soon as she reached the bed, Fu Jingbo took her hand.

His big warm hands were still wet, and Qin Mianmian watched blankly as he grabbed her hand and pressed it on her temple.

"pain."

With a muffled hum, something seemed to touch her heart.

"Okay, I'll rub it for you." She said without hesitation.

The moonlight was hazy, and when Fu Jingbo was half lying down, a ray of moonlight just fell on his Adam's apple.

Qin Mianmian:
Great, the idea of ​​staying is getting stronger.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the earth, Qin Mianmian and Fu Chen had already made the first pot of tofu.

Because Fu Jingbo had a headache, Qin Mianmian didn't plan to ask him to push the millstone when she got up.

But this man seemed to have a biological clock. Qin Mianmian had just gotten up and he got up and came over on his own.

He went to push the stone mill without saying a word. Even if Mrs. Fu Chen tried to persuade him, he did not go back to the house to continue resting.

Qin Mianmian said a few words, but the man didn't seem to hear him and kept pushing the stone mill.

It wasn't until all the beans were ground that he found a place to sit down under Qin Mianmian's words.

But when he sat down, he refused to let Qin Mianmian go. He took Qin Mianmian's hand and put it on his temple.

"Does it hurt again?" Qin Mianmian was anxious and quickly rubbed him gently a few times.

"Is it better now?"

"It hurts." The man still said.

She had no choice but to keep rubbing him because he kept shouting that it hurt her. Mrs. Fu Chen in the kitchen was very busy.

After boiling the soy milk, she was busy preparing breakfast. Since she had finished all the white noodles yesterday, she was going to boil some white porridge and make vegetable dumplings again.

When cooking porridge, I only put a handful of rice in, but when I saw Fu Jingbo complaining about a headache outside, I just thought he should make up for it.

So he gritted his teeth and put an extra handful of rice into the pot.

In this way, the porridge that was originally very thin becomes very thick, and the aroma of the rice becomes more mellow.

After breakfast, Qin Mianmian and Fu Jingbo went to town with Fu Chen who was going to sell tofu.

She originally planned to go to the mountain, but Fu Jingbo kept complaining that he had a headache, so she thought she had to take a look first.

It wasn't until she came to town with Mrs. Fu Chen that she realized how good this tofu was.

In just a short while, half of the tofu was sold, and apart from the people who gathered around at the beginning, there was a steady stream of people after that.

Tofu was sold here, so Qin Mianmian planned to take Fu Jingbo to the pharmacy to have a look.

Before leaving, Fu Chen, who was busy picking tofu, grabbed her and stuffed a cloth bag into her hand.

The heavy cloth bag was exactly the money Fu Chen earned from selling tofu in the past two days.

"This should be enough for the medical expenses. I will give you all the money after selling the tofu."

She spoke very quickly, and she was quite shrewd when selling tofu. She collected the money while picking the tofu and was very calm. It didn't look like she was new to the business.
"It shouldn't be necessary. Let's see what's going on first." Qin Mianmian smiled and glanced at Fu Jingbo, who had a rosy complexion at the moment.

This person is actually in pretty good condition, but he just keeps complaining about having a headache for some reason.

To be honest, apart from his ugly expression on the mountain yesterday, Qin Mianmian really didn't see anything wrong with him the next few times.

He did not suffer from cold or cold, nor did he suffer from any chronic diseases since childhood.

She had an inexplicable headache, and she felt a little guilty for no reason.It couldn't have happened that day when she tried to run away and hit her. She had a good conscience and she could control the force. It shouldn't have given her a concussion or something.

Besides, even if it was really her fault, it shouldn't have taken so many days before the attack occurred.

Thinking about it this way, the guilty feeling slowly subsided a little.

When they arrived at the pharmacy, after Doctor Sun took Fu Jingbo's pulse, his furrowed brows made her suppressed guilt begin to overflow again.

"The congestion in the head has healed a little. Have you encountered anything recently?" Doctor Sun touched his beard, looked up at Qin Mianmian and asked.

"Congestion? What congestion?" Qin Mianmian looked confused.

There shouldn't be any bruises from the blow she took a few days ago, and she didn't bring anyone to see the doctor after she fainted.
"He suffered a severe head injury and there is blood congestion inside. Don't you know this?" Dr. Sun frowned: "Why don't you tell you such an important thing?"

Qin Mianmian shook her head, she really didn't know about this.

No one had ever mentioned this matter in the past few days since she came to Fu's house.

"Okay, why did you get a severe head injury?" Qin Mianmian frowned and asked in confusion.

"I don't know about that, but that was the case when he first came to see me.

It is precisely because of the congestion on his head that he has this childlike temperament. "

"When was the first time you came here?" Qin Mianmian glanced at Fu Jingbo, feeling extremely surprised.

So isn't this person born like this, just because of the congestion on his head?

“Five years ago, five years ago when they first came to my place, this kid was still in a coma.

He was only a boy of [-] or [-] years old at the time, and I spent two days with acupuncture to revive him. "

"Your father was also injured at that time, and his leg was broken." Doctor Sun said slowly, and then withdrew his hand to check the pulse.

This amount of information is quite explosive.

"They all came here injured, but why would a farmer's family be so injured?" She was shocked.

Even if he had a fight or something, he wouldn't be injured so badly.

One has a broken leg, and the other has become a fool.

"This congestion has been in his brain for five years. He has been looking at it every month and there is no difference. I think it has already formed a blood clot.

What happened to you? Why are the bruises suddenly showing signs of melting away? "Dr. Sun had no intention of recounting the Fu family's past, holding his beard thoughtfully.

"I hit his head on him a few days ago. Could it be because of this?" Qin Mianmian bit her lip and asked anxiously.

"The head was hit? Where?" Dr. Sun asked anxiously with a look of understanding on his face.

"It's right here." Qin Mianmian pointed to the spot where she hit it that day, but hesitated a little.

"It should be here. I was in too much of a hurry and didn't see it very clearly."

"That's right. You must have hit the bruised area, so the bruise will melt away."

Qin Mianmian:
Is it such a coincidence?
"So, after the congestion is gone, will he be like a normal person?" That would be great!

"Who told you this?" The doctor rolled his eyes at her, his expression serious.

"Isn't that true?" Qin Mianmian didn't understand.

The doctor sighed: "Of course not. He has had this congestion in his brain for many years, and he has always been at peace with it. If he had left it alone, he would have been able to live and grow old like a normal person.

But if the blood is broken, no one can guarantee what will happen. "

(End of this chapter)