grandpa is not sick

Chapter 275 Those Truths (3)
Fu Qingliu watched Liu Zhen disappear into the rainy night in disbelief, and then looked at the baby on the ground in disbelief, feeling that what happened just now was simply inexplicable!
After a while, Fu Qingliu couldn't help ignoring a little life, walked over and squatted down, his hands were wet, and the whole swaddle was soaked. Fu Qingliu was so upset that he opened the swaddle, and the baby inside turned pale. It was the color of a pig's liver, and his forehead was burning hot.

"Tsk!" Fu Qingliu frowned suddenly, and couldn't care about other things for a while, so she could only hold an umbrella and carry the child down the mountain in the rain. Since she was sent to this poor man with a father two years ago in the name of self-reflection, In order to avoid those unsightly relatives, she seldom goes down the mountain and has been living in this village on Fujia Mountain, except occasionally to buy food that can be eaten directly by adding water to the rice cooker. in a villa.

At this time, it was raining heavily and the mountain roads were muddy. Fu Qingliu was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. Even if he came to live here for two years, he had to take care of food and lodging by himself. The fast food restaurant delivered food, stumbled and slipped and fell several times along the way, in order to protect the child in his arms, there were scratches on his arms and face.

There are not many entertainments in rural towns, and with such a heavy rain, most of them have already turned off the lights and went to sleep. The town is quiet and there are not many shops open.The child came suddenly, fragile and small. Holding her in her arms, Fu Qingliu felt that this little life was passing away. She ran around the town like a headless fly, and she finally found it. The only hospital in town.

"How do you take care of the child? Where are the adults in the family? Why did the child come here now after being burnt like this? The child will be later..." The doctor scolded with a green face after giving the child an injection and a bottle. Fu Qingliu was sitting on the plastic chair in the corridor, all wet.

Fu Qingliu was shivering from the cold, his hands were straight on his knees, his back was straight and straight, and he looked very pitiful. The doctor scolded her and saw her like this, but he couldn't go on cursing. He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Fu Qingliu. Qingliu, "Here, give your parents a call and ask them to come and pay the fee while watching the child."

Fu Qingliu pushed away the phone and got up, went to the cashier to pay the fee, and then went to the ward to see the baby.

The baby's wet swaddle has been replaced, his face is blue, with a needle hanging from his forehead, he is thin and small, and looks undernourished. Girl, the doctor is worried and wants to come over from time to time, so he can't help but chat with her.

Then Fu Qingliu knew that the child was born prematurely and did not absorb enough nutrients when he was in the mother's womb, resulting in poor health. If he does not take good care of him now, he may not live long or will be sick and hospitalized from time to time when he grows up. Sick...

Fu Qingliu sat on the bench and looked at the little thing lying on the hospital bed. The room was quiet, and it was raining heavily outside the window.

at that time.

It was not long before dawn.

Lanshi, Fu's family.

A letter lay quietly in the mailbox, and when the servant took out the newspaper, it was delivered to the dining table of Fu Qingliu's father, Zhang Zhengcai.

"Huh?" Zhang Zheng picked up the letter and glanced at it. There was no sender's name or address.

"Who sent the letter?" Li Yanyang put the breakfast in front of Zhang Zhengcai and asked casually.

Zhang Zheng just opened the letter to read, and the expression on his face that was light at first became more and more ugly as he read on, and it seemed to have a bit of a weird look on his ugly face.

(End of this chapter)