Chapter 51

at this time, the night breeze was blowing slightly, and the summer heat was not over. The car drove through the long street, and the street lights flashed pale white light, dividing the darkness into wisps. The darkness was like a beast with a huge mouth open, and the wheels were full of turbulence, driving on the wild path to the place of no return. During the day, the noise left garbage everywhere, which was run over by the wheels, made a rustling sound of plastic cracking, and then disappeared in the boundless silence

"Lao Guo! Lao Guo!" Song Zhiwen's cry seemed to come from the void, and finally woke Yang Guo up from a daze and trance.

He shook his aching head with force, and Yang Guo finally woke up. Looking around, he found that he was holding Qiqi and sitting in the back seat of the car.

Songzhiwen focused on driving the car, glanced at the focus in Yang Guo's eyes from the rearview mirror, and then said, "Lao Guo, you need to cheer up! No matter what happened to make you drink so much wine, now you have to cheer up! Qiqi needs you."

"Yes! Qiqi." Yang Guo suddenly realized that he lowered his head and touched Qiqi's forehead. It seemed that it was still so hot, and he felt even hotter than just now. Qiqi's breath is very fast, but it sounds too weak than before.

She must be given artificial heat dissipation!

Yang Guo untied the buttons on Qiqi's chest first, and couldn't let the clothes strangle her neck. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on his clothes. Bending over, he took off his T-shirt. Then he took out a bottle of mineral water from the storage space behind the seat, unscrewed the lid, tilted the bottle, and drenched the mineral water on his clothes.

Too many, Yang Guo estimated. The clothes are made of pure cotton with strong water absorption. Now the water will drip out.

Yang Guo screwed the bottle cap with one hand, stretched the clothes out of the window with one hand, and squeezed the excess water out gently. Recalling the books she had read before, Yang Guo wiped Qiqi's chest, palm and armpit with wet clothes, and then wiped her little reddish face, and then folded the hem part and spread it on Qiqi's forehead.

"Mosquitoes, drive faster." Yang Guo found his voice as dry as sandpaper friction, so he quickly picked up the mineral water and drank it. However, the residual taste of beer in his mouth was flushed by the mineral water, and it all melted into that mouthful of water and swallowed into his throat. There was a sour smell of overnight rice, and Yang Guo felt that he was about to spit it out.

Don't vomit, it's not the time! Yang Guo drank two more mouthfuls before he could press down the churning gastric juice.

"Soon, I'll be there soon." Song Zhiwen said.

After another block, the gate of the third provincial hospital can be seen. Yang Guo was so anxious that he directed song Zhiwen to drive directly in, bypassing a building and driving to the pediatric center.

Before the car stopped steadily, Yang Guo jumped down. The T-shirt that had just cooled Qiqi's head couldn't be put on anymore. He rushed to the building with bare arms and Qiqi's feet. Song Zhiwen quickly stopped the car, turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and followed him from a distance.

How fast is YangGuo? Yang Guo didn't know either, but the distance between him and song Zhiwen grew larger and larger. He rushed into the building like a gust of wind and crashed into the office of the doctor on duty.

"Doctor, help my daughter!" Yang Guo leaned against the door and shouted with a trembling voice.

The doctor sitting on the chair saw that Yang Guo didn't wear neat clothes, and knew that the situation might be more urgent. He quickly stood up, ordered Yang Guo to hold Qiqi to the hospital bed, picked up the receiver and walked over.

Yang Guo looked at the doctor playing with Qiqi's arm, and the receiver pressed on Qiqi's chest. He was uneasy. He asked anxiously, "doctor, how is my daughter now? Isn't her fever very serious?"

He said regretfully and sadly, "I took her to take sugar pills yesterday. It's not polio, is it? It's definitely not that disease!" Yang Guo folded his hands and prayed to the nine heavenly gods. He didn't believe in any religion at first, but now he took turns to greet Jesus, Allah, Buddha and other immortals.

"Don't make any noise!" The doctor raised his head angrily and glared at Yang Guo, who was as wordy as Tang monk.

"OK, OK, I won't talk." Yang Guo hurriedly covered his mouth.

The doctor picked up a thermometer and put Qiqi under her armpit, and then pressed Qiqi's chest and lungs.

At this time, song Zhiwen hurried to open the door and looked at the situation in the room. He asked Yang Guo in a low voice, "how's it going?"

"Still checking." Yang Guo whispered. He rubbed his temples, and his head still hurt a little.

After waiting for a while, the doctor looked up and said, "the child had a fever caused by a cold and cough. Originally, the fever was not a very serious thing, but you have been dragging on for a long time. Now the child's temperature is too high, which is 39.7 ° C. I have to give her emergency cooling treatment first."

It's not polio. Thank God, Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, but the doctor's words later made Yang Guo's heart lift again. He asked anxiously, "is there any bad consequences of hyperthermia?"

"It's hard to say. The severity of fever doesn't have much to do with how high the temperature is. Some children will have problems even if they burn for less than 39 degrees!" The doctor paused, feeling that he had said something serious, hurriedly comforted, "don't worry first, it's not necessarily so serious, and we have to continue to observe this."

Yang Guo's eyes were red. Looking at Qiqi lying unconscious on the hospital bed, he was heartbroken.

"It's all my fault!" Yang Guo's heart is full of remorse. If he hadn't been drunk and didn't notice Qiqi's abnormality, things wouldn't have become what they are now! Drinking spoils things, drinking spoils things. Yang Guo, every time you drink, something happens. Why don't you learn a lesson?

"Qiqi, you'll be fine. Don't worry. I'll register first." Song Zhiwen patted Yang Guo on the shoulder and walked out.

The doctor poured alcohol and warm water into the beaker, then picked up a ball of cotton with small tweezers and dipped it in the wet. Then the gloved hand began to wipe Qiqi's neck, from top to bottom, until the skin was slightly red, and then stopped.

Yang Guo bit his lower lip and looked at Qiqi at the mercy of the doctor. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Qiqi could pass this level safely, hoping that all this was just a false alarm.

Then in the same way, the doctor also wiped Qiqi's armpit and groin. Under the effect of alcohol, Qiqi's expression twisted together finally eased, and her skin also had a little blood color.

"Is it better?" Yang Guo asked eagerly.

"It's really better now, but I have to take some medicine." The doctor nodded slightly, but his expression didn't relax. Seeing this, the stone in Yang Guo's heart couldn't fall.

When song Zhiwen came back, the doctor prescribed a children's drop and asked him to go to the pharmacy to get it back.

Yang Guo stayed by Qiqi's side and didn't want to go anywhere. He felt a little better than just now, but he was not sure. He had to ask the doctor for a thermometer and retested it.

39。 2 ° C is indeed a little better than just now, but it is still above the danger line. Yang Guo squatted on the ground, leaned against the hospital bed and looked at Qiqi anxiously.

Song Zhiwen took back the medicine, and the doctor fed Qiqi to drink it. Then he said to Yang Guo and them kindly, "you'll have to observe for another two hours. Sit down first."

Yang Guo turned to song Zhiwen and said, "mosquitoes, why don't you go back first? You have to work tomorrow."

Song Zhiwen shook his head and said, "it's all right. I'll tell the leaders tomorrow that it doesn't matter to go late. There aren't many things today."

"Then you go to sleep on the bench in the corridor first, and I'll just watch here." Yang Guo pointed out.

Song Zhiwen looked at Qiqi, nodded and said, "OK, call me if there is anything." He went to the bench in the corridor, leaned his head against the back of the chair, covered his clothes, and began to sleep. Song Zhiwen was also too tired tonight. He had just slept for less than two hours, but he was woken up by Yang Guo. Then he ran around and worked so hard for so long that he was too sleepy to open his eyes.

The doctor shook his head and moved a stool for Yang Guo so that Yang Guo could sit beside the hospital bed and watch.

Although Yang Guo is not much better than song Zhiwen now, he tried to sleep, and from time to time explored his hand to see if Qiqi's temperature had dropped a little. The doctor was supposed to take her temperature every 15 minutes, but Yang Guo volunteered to take over the doctor's work. He personally clamped a thermometer for Qiqi. When he picked up the thermometer, he had to look at it himself before handing it to the doctor.

But none of this can alleviate Yang Guo's guilt. If I didn't ignore Qi Qi's cough symptoms at the beginning, if I paid more attention to Qi Qi's temperature changes at the beginning, if I didn't get drunk and brought Qi Qi to the hospital with a serious fever, then Qi Qi wouldn't be lying in the hospital bed unable to move like this!

You are not a competent father at all! Yang Guo scolded himself in his heart. He was so obsessed with his feelings that he even left his daughter to drink to relieve his worries. Is this what a father should do? There are so many women in the world, why do you want to hang from a tree?

"Dad is really wrong!" Yang Guo scolded himself in his heart, "Dad shouldn't be so stupid. He shouldn't leave you alone." Yang Guo vowed in her heart that as long as Qiqi can recover well and restore her former lovely and smiling appearance, she will not be moved by the woman's things in the future. Let the past pass with the wind, and those who can't catch up with her don't have to forget!

Never drink like that again! Yang Guo thought bitterly that he had been drunk twice in his life. For the first time, he killed Wu Yue and gave birth to Qiqi, but for the second time, he put Qiqi in a dangerous situation. Anyway, if you don't touch wine in the future, never touch wine!

Maybe Yang Guo's Prayer worked. When the sky turned white, Qiqi finally had a fever. Although her eyes were still a little confused, the moment Qiqi opened her beautiful eyes, Yang Guoxin collapsed on the chair with joy.

After the doctor's examination, Qiqi is a little weak now, and her forehead is a little warm. Everything else is OK. Because Qiqi had to go home and drink milk to replenish her energy, the doctor also agreed to let her leave the hospital. Yang Guo wakes up songzhiwen and goes home after going through the formalities.

The rising sun, the golden sunshine spread all over the city, cars drove by, pedestrians in the streets became denser, and through the noise of the windows, it was particularly vibrant at this time. Yang Guo looked down at Qiqi, who couldn't help being tired and sleeping with her eyelids closed, and her face, which had been stiff all night, showed a bright smile.

Look at this delicate and beautiful little face, Qiqi, you are not a fairy, but you must be dad's fairy!

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