252: Chapter 50 Triplets_2 252: Chapter 50 Triplets_2 “Really,” Lin Xiaoguai nodded, “It’s just that the taste might not be very good, and I don’t know if Sister Li Qin will be able to stomach it.
If it works, I’ll make it at ho every day and bring it to the hospital.”
After a pause, “And breast milk is the most nourishing.
I’ve seen a premature baby in the Capital who stayed in an incubator for over half a month and didn’t gain an ounce, but after being taken care of at ho for a week, the baby gained over a pound.
It’s not that the hospital care is bad, but the baby isn’t theirs; how could they possibly provide care as diligently as the parents?”
Lin Xiaoguai had always disapproved of putting newborns into incubators, mainly because in her past life, she had encountered two not-so-good examples: one child, whose parents were both very smart, inexplicably grew up a bit slow-witted; another, whose parents were both articulate, developed a severe stutter, making speech so difficult it left others gasping for air.
Perhaps there was no scientific basis, but once a prejudice was ford, it was hard to change.
These words struck right at Zhou Fengqin’s heart.
Indeed, it’s frustrating when you’re not allowed to care for a sick child yourself; how could she feel at ease?
“Wanwan, is that dicine really useful?”
“Of course it is.
Many wealthy families in the Capital raise their premature babies that way.” Lin Xiaoguai said this to mislead; that prescription was exorbitantly expensive, with the cost of the herbs alone running into several million Gold Coins.
She couldn’t bear to spend so much money on unrelated people.
And Little Niangao wasn’t considered premature at the ti, so it wasn’t used for him.
When Zhou Fengqin heard that the wealthy in the Capital used this dicine, she was imdiately convinced, “Alright, then let Li Qin take this dicine.
I’ll go talk to the hospital.
If they don’t let take the child out, I’ll bring both mother and child back ho.”
By the end of the sentence, she was full of bravado, with her fearlessness of old returning.
“I should be the one to go,” Lin Nianqiang, who had been silent thus far, said.
“Second Uncle, Second Aunt, let talk to them first.
If I fail, then you can go,” Tang Hanfang hastily added.
She was genuinely worried the elders might offend the hospital.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe Xiao Guai, but since the incubator was so expensive, it must be sowhat effective.
All that mattered was ensuring the baby could be taken out to breastfeed.
To get back to making the dicine, Lin Xiaoguai didn’t even wait for Aunt to co back and greet her.
When Shen Chi returned that evening, Lin Xiaoguai was in the yard, carefully placing prepared dicine packets into the sand pot to start brewing.
“What’s going on?
Is soone unwell?” Shen Chi asked in surprise.
“This is dicine for Sister Li Qin,” Lin Xiaoguai explained the situation with the triplets.
Shen Chi envied, “Triplets?” He instinctively glanced at Lin Xiaoguai’s stomach, thought better of it, and decided against it; his wife’s stomach was too small, carrying three children might wear her out.
With her head down, Lin Xiaoguai didn’t see his expression and simply nodded, “Wait for , accompany to the hospital later.
It’s not right for Uncle and Aunt and the others to always be buying food from outside; I’m going to bring them als.”
“Alright, do you need help?” Shen Chi crouched beside her and asked.
“That would be great; keep an eye on this, add this dicine packet after ten minutes, this one after twenty minutes, sprinkle the powder from this packet after thirty minutes, then stir the pot, and the dicine will be ready,” Lin Xiaoguai instructed as she handed over the dicine pot to him and ran to the kitchen to check on the chicken soup.
After dinner at ho, Lin Xiaoguai, laden with big and small bags, went to the hospital with Shen Chi.
Because of the cold weather, Lin Xiaoguai wrapped the food tightly in old quilts, treating the pot of dicine with extra care, tightly sealed.
The Shen Family ate dinner relatively early, so when Lin Xiaoguai and Shen Chi arrived at the hospital, everyone there had yet to have their evening al.
“Wanwan, why did you bring so much stuff?” Li Fangi was surprised and quickly moved to help.
“Xiao Guai, you didn’t bring all the dicine that Sister-in-law Li Qin needs for a month, did you?” Tang Hanfang said.
“Sister Li Qin’s dicine needs to be freshly brewed to be effective.
These are als I brought for you.
Don’t eat out anymore; I’ll make and bring them to you,” Lin Xiaoguai took the sand pot out of the basket, carefully poured out a bowl of dicine, and seeing it was still hot, she breathed a sigh of relief, “Sister Li Qin, drink it while it’s hot.
By tomorrow morning, your milk supply will co in.”
Sister Li Qin had already heard about this from her mother-in-law.
As long as the child could survive, she wouldn’t mind drinking bitter dicine—even if it ant climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of flas, she would never hesitate.
Without hesitation, she downed the bowl of dicine.
Lin Xiaoguai admired her; only the person who had prepared the dicine knew that although it didn’t sll much, the taste was absolutely unforgettable.
At that mont, Sister Li Qin, despite a distorted and fierce expression, did her best to suppress the urge to vomit.
“Have so water to wash the taste away.” To not diminish the dicine’s effectiveness, she couldn’t give Chen Liqin any sweet plums or candies.
Even after drinking a large glass of water, it took Chen Liqin quite a while to recover.
Lin Xiaoguai took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes and said, “This dicine is not only good for the child but also has a nourishing effect on adults.
Don’t worry, Sister Li Qin, the children will be alright.”
Chen Liqin was sowhat weak by that point and just nodded without speaking.
“Wanwan, you child, why did you make so much food?” Looking at the large pot of chicken soup, braised pork, stir-fried cabbage hearts, braised prawns, and kelp with pickled mustard strips in the basket, Li Fangi was slightly reproachful.
“The chicken soup and cabbage hearts are for Sister Li Qin, I deliberately used less salt, suitable for confinent als,” Lin Xiaoguai served up bowls for them, “Hurry up and eat while it’s hot, it won’t taste good once it’s cold.”
She didn’t think the food was too much—if it weren’t for the convenience of carrying, she would have liked to make a couple more dishes; as it was, she could only make more in quantity.
(To be continued.
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