Upon seeing the expert from the Liu family village production brigade personally visit to invite him, the old doctor said nothing and imdiately took his dicine kit and went out for a consultation with him.
Along the way, he listened as Lianshan, known for his love of children, kept blaming himself, saying he was foolish to cuddle the child to sleep, and as a result, didn’t cover him properly with the blanket at night. The child developed a high fever in the middle of the night, reaching 39.3 degrees when tested with a thermoter. They fed him aminopyrine, and the couple used the thod of rubbing him with alcohol. After working through the night until this morning, they only managed to stabilize the temperature around 38 degrees.
The old doctor, holding firsthand information, was confident. After applying all his techniques like pulse-taking and auscultation, he was puzzled: Lianshan the expert was quite famous in their area, not just for the couple’s farming skills and optimizing research on good seeds. What people talked about the most was his fervent love for his wife and child.
Finding a husband who dotes on his wife like Lianshan, and having a father who indulges his child like Lianshan, was practically the ultimate dream for young won and children in their region.
So the question arises: how could Little Lian’en, who should’ve grown up in sweet waters, be troubled to this extent?
Could it be...
Rembering that Lian En’s real father was soone else, the old doctor sighed slightly, feeling he perhaps understood sothing.
Of course, having lived a long life, the old doctor adhered to the principle of seeing through people’s private matters without speaking about them.
"Doctor, how is it? Is Lian En alright, does he need to be taken to the city hospital for a thorough check?" Seeing the old doctor in deep thought for a long ti, Lianshan trembled inside, directly thinking of the worst.
Looking at his anxious face, entirely compelling, the old doctor was uncertain whether this young man was exceptionally skilled in deception, or if he was overthinking things.
Whatever ntal scenarios were playing out, he had to communicate Lian En’s actual situation to the couple: "No need, no need. This child has developed a fever due to emotional distress and excessive thinking damaging the spleen. As long as the bloating is reduced and the mind is cald, the fever can be lowered, avoiding the hassle of going to a city hospital. However, it’s concerning that this child is burdened with such heavy thoughts at such a young age, the adults need to guide him well. Otherwise, continuous distress could harm the liver and gallbladder, affecting lifespan..."
As soon as Shuzhen heard the doctor say this, tears began to fall.
Emotional distress, excessive thinking.
Yesterday, in a mont of anger, she said so inappropriate words, which the child heard directly. Being questioned a few tis ignited her rage, leading her to clearly and explicitly explain the matter.
When the child started burning with fever at midnight, she had a faint guess in her heart. Was it because she spoke too much and too clearly, scaring Lian En?
However smart and receptive, he was just a seven-year-old child.
Suddenly having everything beautiful and happy in front of him torn apart, knowing he was unloved by his multiple fathers and negligent mother. Even adults might not bear it, let alone such a little child!
Lianshan kept blaming himself, insisting it was because he accidentally pulled the blanket and froze Lian En, causing him to catch a cold. This slightly diminished Shuzhen’s guilt, but now the old doctor pointed it out, how could she take it?
No matter how much disdain and resentnt there usually was, he was still her flesh and blood, her true son born after ten months of pregnancy.
Anger might rise, rationality fade, feeling as if she wished she never gave birth to this wretched being, but when it truly mattered, she wished she could exchange places with him.
This reflects the saying that there are many ungrateful children in the world, but rarely ruthless parents.
"Don’t cry, dear. The most important thing is to actively address the situation now that it’s co to this. First, give Lian En dicine to relieve his bloating, then slowly persuade and care for him a lot. Over ti, the little guy will gradually erge from his stubborn corner, don’t worry!" Returning after seeing the doctor off, he found his wife still crying while brewing dicine. It tugged at Lianshan’s heart; he hurriedly wiped her tears with a towel, pulled her into his embrace, and comforted her softly.
"It’s all my fault... bla it on my careless mouth. If I had been slightly more cautious, this whole episode wouldn’t have happened! What was I doing clashing with a tiny kid? Insisting on explaining everything clearly, now Lian En doesn’t have misunderstandings but ended up sick from the shock. The doctor says if he continues like this, it could affect his lifespan.
Why am I... why am I so foolish?" Shuzhen cried with complete regret, throwing herself into Lianshan’s arms.
His usually strong wife crying so sorrowfully and painfully left Lianshan feeling nothing but heartache, with not an ounce of bla.
Originally, it was just an unexpected collision in an unlikely place!
Who would’ve thought Liu Ye’er rely writing a letter and talking idly would, by chance, involve Dai Weiguo and Bai Jing’s affair, prompting Shuzhen’s panic and fear, leading her to speak recklessly, thus sparking a series of distressing events?
Everything was fate; it was destined that Lian En had to learn about his own story this way.
Though, catching him off guard caused the child considerable distress, and the ordeal was painful. Yet, if his wife could henceforth confront her indifference and neglect toward Lian En.
Use this as a lesson, show more care and love toward the elder son...
The punk might have benefited from misfortune, right?
Lian En was unaware if anything good ca out of this; he only knew he was furious, wishing he could strangle the brat looking just like him in front of him!
Clearly, before sleeping, he had snuggled into his dad’s warm and solid embrace, enjoying the soothing taps on his back like a small child.
Yet when he opened his eyes, he saw a brat resembling him, just taller by a head or two, thinner, but far inferior in filial piety, understanding, and much less intelligent than himself, glaring round-eyed, jumping foot with his father. "How co you’re not my real dad, unable to offer better and grander prospects, why not let associate with my real dad? Besides, there’s only him as Dai family’s only descendant, he’ll certainly gain wealth and status. Once well off, he might support a few siblings at ho."
Such an attitude infuriated Lian En imnsely, who roared and rushed forward. However, you were, whether a blade of shallot or a clove of garlic, if you dare prick my dad, this won’t end without making your nose bleed!
With full force, he executed the military boxing learned from Grandpa Wu last year, aiming hard at the brat’s thigh.
Yet...
Lian En just watched as his leg went right through the brat’s leg, went through, through?!
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