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It was the woman who helped him open it and put it on Youyou's forehead, and said, "This is the first time to take care of a child in the hospital? This is Bingbing stickers, which are used to physically cool a child with a fever. Your child has a fever. It's so powerful, you should do something when you bring it, otherwise, what if you burn your brain?"

Zhuang Shihao was irritable at the moment, but the other party was very kind, so he couldn't say more, just stiffly said thank you.

During the examination, Youyou vomited in the doctor's office. Zhuang Shihao rolled up his sleeves and tidied up for a while. Fortunately, a nurse stepped forward to help, otherwise he would be even more messy.

Seeing Youyou's appearance, Zhuang Shihao felt distressed, but also very weak.

Finally, Youyou checked it out and said, "Fever caused by gastroenteritis. What do you give your children these days? Children should eat less raw, cold and unclean food. Parents should control their gluttony and sell it at a small street vendor outside. Those substandard snacks."

The doctor asked routinely, took a pen on the sticky note and waited for the record.

What to eat?

Zhuang Shihao thought for a while before he said: "Except last night, for the other days, I ate takeaways. It seems that I drank ice milk."

The doctor looked at Zhuang Shihao speechlessly, and seemed to be convinced. After a while, he said, "Ice milk? Are you really afraid that your child won't get sick."

"Sorry." Zhuang Shihao remembered that the milk for Youyou in the morning and evening was taken directly from the refrigerator. It seemed that Fang Lan had to turn it in the microwave in normal times?

"It's useless to apologize to me. It is your own child who is sick and suffering." The doctor said, "Go get the medicine. Be careful later."

The doctor prescribed medications and slings. Zhuang Shihao first gave Youyou one, and then went to the nurse's station to give Youyou a sling.

There were crying children everywhere. Youyou didn't know if he was too tired or got used to it, but didn't cry much, just lying weakly on Zhuang Shihao's shoulder, his face flushed, and his eyes closed weakly.

When he put him on the bed, Zhuang Shihao sweated all over. Youyou was not too heavy, more than 20 kilograms, but he ran up and down like this, and he had to take medicine and pay. Every place was separated. The place is far away, and you have to line up. After all these trips, even a man with a tall body like Zhuang Shihao can't hold it anymore.

Finally, the bottle was hung up successfully, and there were noises of children humming and noisy, and the sounds of parents comforting the children.

Zhuang Shihao seemed to have entered a noisy vegetable market, and he felt a little impatient.

He was sitting there with frowning eyebrows, Youyou didn't sleep very deeply, and occasionally opened his eyelids to give him a dazed look.

"I'm not going, you lie down and you can't move your hands." Zhuang Shihao pressed his hands down, but it was quite laborious, because children always use their hands and feet unconsciously, especially when they are asleep.

Zhuang Shihao could only press down his fluttering hands over and over again.

At the moment, he just wants to smoke a cigarette and relax.

But obviously, the child is inseparable from people here, not to mention that he needs to be taken care of himself, and there are a lot of sneaky people in the hospital in the middle of the night.

Some parents next to them were chatting, and they were muttering something about when a child in a hospital was taken away by a trafficker.

There are so many people here, if you are not careful, you don't know how the child lost it.