Chapter 272

The winter in Beidu has neither the severe cold in the Northeast nor the wet cold in the south. It belongs to a more comfortable climate. But recently, Beidu has been shrouded in the panic of influenza, and the sky has become much gloomy and cold.

"Yuxuan, it's time to get up."

Han Mo had made breakfast, but he didn't see the little guy smelling the fragrance. He went into the small room and pulled the little guy out of his sleep with a delicious method.

Today, Han Mo made a meat floss sandwich. The meat floss was made by Han Mo himself. The little guy likes to eat meat floss, but there are more or less other spices in the meat floss sold outside. Han Mo doesn't want his children to eat too many flavors, so he found a way to make meat floss on the mobile phone software and made it at home.

On weekdays, the little guy likes to eat the meat floss made by his father. During this time, it is necessary every morning. Sometimes it is put into porridge, sometimes it is sandwiched in bread. This time it is made into a sandwich by Han mo.

Han Mo has sat by the little bed with the sandwich and deliberately put the sandwich above the little guy's sensitive nose, so that the smell of meat floss can fully float in front of the little guy's nose.

Han Mo chuckled in his heart, his face full of spoiled, waiting for the little guy to roll freely into a big font, Y-shaped, left and right on the bed as usual, then slowly opened his big eyes and sat up when he saw the food.

But this scene, which happens almost every day, did not appear today.

The little guy just moved a little, there was no reflection, didn't open his eyes, didn't sit up, and didn't even roll on the bed.

Han Mo thought the little guy was going to stay in bed again. He smiled and whispered again, "Xuanxuan, get up. Dad made a meat floss sandwich."

The little guy still didn't respond. His white face was a little red. Han Mo realized the child's abnormality. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled away the bangs on the little guy's forehead. When he touched the soft skin, he couldn't help frowning, "it's so hot."

Han Mo leaned over and put his lips on the child's forehead. He took a cold breath. He really had a fever.

If the little guy has a fever at ordinary times, Han Mo's first reaction may be to determine the temperature first. If it doesn't exceed 38.5 degrees, he doesn't need to take medicine. As long as he cools down physically, but now it's the flu period. Han Mo doesn't dare to use this conventional method to measure the child's condition.

Chen Yuehong knew that Han Mo came to wake up the children. She usually went in with food. Soon, she could hear the little guy's ecstatic voice when he saw the delicious food. However, she went in for a while today, and there was no movement at all. The old lady wondered and was ready to go to the children's room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Han Mo touching the temperature of the child's forehead, looking at the little guy's red face, and hurried in.

"What's the matter? Do you have a fever? I'll get the thermometer. " Chen Yuehong hurried out to get the medicine box again.

Han Mo has begun to dress the child. Although he just tried the temperature of his forehead with his hands and lips, which is not completely accurate, he is sure that the child's temperature is definitely above 38 degrees at the moment, and the little guy's state is very depressed. The child will not hide disease, not be very uncomfortable and sleepy.

You have to go to the hospital.

Xuanxuan was completely unconscious. She had a fever and her whole body was soft. Her father raised her arms and legs to help her put on her clothes and pants. The little guy just raised his eyelids, and then whispered what Han Mo couldn't hear clearly.

Han Jun saw his wife running out of the small room in a hurry and asked, "why, what are you running in the room?"

Chen Yuehong didn't stop. She hurriedly took out the thermometer from the medicine box. "The child has a fever. I'll take it for her."

Han Jun, who was still walking leisurely to the restaurant, suddenly stiffened when he heard these words, and hurried into the children's room with his wife.

At this time, no matter how many degrees, Han Mo was going to take the child to the hospital, but his mother brought the thermometer, and he still measured the child.

The old couple waited anxiously for the result of the thermometer. Han Jun kept pacing back and forth in front of the door.

"38.8 degrees." Han Mo picked up the thermometer and said.

When Han Jun heard this degree, he trembled fiercely, "it's almost thirty-nine degrees."

"Go to the hospital quickly. It shouldn't be the flu. What should I do? I said to let the children not go to the kindergarten earlier. You always let her. She must have been infected in the kindergarten." Chen Yuehong began to panic and couldn't help complaining.

Han Jun smashed his mouth. He was more worried about his granddaughter than his wife, but the old man was calm and wouldn't panic when things happened. "It's no use saying these now. Let's go to the hospital quickly. The child's condition is not good. No matter what disease, go to the hospital."

What Dad said was also what Han Mo thought. He just finished dressing the child and directly picked up the sleepy little guy.

The small skin that could be touched was hot, and Han Mo painfully gently patted the child on the back.

In the car, the little guy was half asleep and half awake. His hot little body lay in his grandmother's arms and muttered to himself, "Dad, Xuanxuan is so uncomfortable and hurt..."

"Well, well, we'll be at the hospital right away." Han Mo looked at the poor little guy in the back of the car through the rear mirror while driving. Adults have a fever and feel sore all over, not to mention children, and they still have a high fever of nearly 39 degrees.

Beidu people's Hospital

Pediatric building internal medicine consulting room

Han Mo just walked to the internal medicine Triage area with the little guy in his arms. He was stunned by the scene in front of him. Although there are many people in the people's Hospital at ordinary times, it's not often that he doesn't even have a seat to hold the child.

In front of the self-service payment registration machine, there are manual payment windows, waiting areas, triage areas, people who look at the results, take medicine, and a sea of people. A child is surrounded by at least two parents, most of whom are followed by four or five parents.

The door of the infusion room is just facing the stairs. The huge glass room is crowded with people. There is no sitting position. The seats and the shelf for hanging bottles are fixed. When the seats are full, there is no place for infusion. Many parents bring a pole and hold it over their head with a Potion bag hanging on it.

Southern Jiangsu is a small city, not as densely populated as the northern capital. Although large hospitals never lack patients, Chen Yuehong and Han Jun saw such a spectacular scene for the first time.

Many old people sit on the ground, and then let the children lie on their own, holding the clothes pole, with medicine bottles and medicine bags hanging on it. There is really no place to sit, and the children can't stand. The old man can only sit on the ground and use his body as a bed for the children, so that the sick children can have a safe rest.

The whole floor can be heard everywhere, the noise of parents and the cry of children.

Han Mo asked Meng Si for help and made an appointment with an expert number. Without waiting long, he went directly into the doctor's consulting room.

The doctor simply asked, then listened and looked. The time was not long, but Han Mo thought it was a long time. The three people were anxiously waiting for the doctor to give the results of the examination.

The doctor frowned even tighter as he listened to the child's lungs.

Chen Yuehong swallowed her spittle hard and couldn't help asking, "how's the child? Do you need a drip? "

In her heart, fever and injections are already very serious. Han Mo didn't have injections when he was a child. It would be better if he had a minor illness. He would take medicine only if he had a serious cold, and almost never had injections.

The doctor put away the stethoscope, shook his head, then looked at Han Mo and said firmly, "you must be hospitalized immediately. I'll open the hospitalization certificate first, but I don't know if there will be a bed."

hospitalization?

hospitalization!

Chen Yuehong almost sat on the ground. At this age, she only lived in the hospital when she had a child. She hasn't lived in the hospital once in decades. Xuanxuan is so young that she is hospitalized.

Han Jun quickly held his wife, and his heart was also heavy. At that time, the most serious thing he thought at home was infusion and injection. Just now he heard the doctor say the word "hospitalization" so firmly, Han Jun's head buzzed.