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Chapter 511: Tone Deaf
"Have!"

"Will you reply tomorrow?"

"Well, I'll tell you when he calls back."

"it is good."

Wen Shi kept his word. The next day, after learning about Wang Nan's child's illness through his comrades, the first thing he did when he returned home was to tell her about Wang Nan's child's illness.

"The preliminary diagnosis is meningitis!"

Yi Chichi's eyes suddenly widened, "Mild or severe?"

Meningitis in the native world is very far away from her life and she has never encountered it in reality.

But she knew the harmfulness of the disease and that it had claimed many lives.

We also know that the development of meningococcal vaccine only started in 75, and it is still unknown whether it has been developed yet.

Large-scale vaccination did not begin until the 80s.

Wang Nan's children...

"Can it be cured?"

"I don't know. He is still in the hospital. We will know the details after he is treated."

The couple looked at each other in silence.

At this moment, Wen Shi, who was lying next to Yi Chichi, suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep and uttered a short sound.

Hearing the noise, the couple turned their heads and saw the young man's face flushed as he exerted force.

Then there was a puffing sound.

Suddenly, a faint sour smell filled the room.

Yi Chichi, "He pooped, hurry up and change his diaper and wash his butt!"

Wen Shi nodded, quickly took out the special cleaning equipment for children and cleaned him, changed him into a clean and soft cotton diaper, and then put him in Yi Chichi's arms and buried his head in eating.

Yi Chichi adjusted his posture and exposed his little nose completely before asking Wen Shi, "What kind of meningitis is it?"

Wen Shi asked with a question mark on his face, "Are there many types of meningitis?"

"Have."

Yi Chichi explained the classification of meningitis to him in detail, and then summarized, "Most meningitis is not contagious, but some meningitis, such as epidemic meningitis, is highly contagious, tuberculous meningitis is somewhat contagious, and some bacterial meningitis is also contagious."

Wen Shi began to recall his comrade's words, and after a while he said, "Old Third doesn't know the details, but the Bai family's baby's meningitis is most likely caused by taking the wrong medication."

"what?"

This answer was somewhat beyond Yi Chichi's expectations. She was shocked and asked, "Why did the baby take the wrong medicine?"

What are Bai Chen and Wang Nan doing? Can medicine be given to children casually?

"The child had a cough that wouldn't get better, so we took him to see a doctor. Not long after the visit, the child started to feel unwell, so they sent him to the hospital. After the doctor examined him, he suspected meningitis."

At this point, he said helplessly, "Then you will know."

Hospitalization costs money. Wang Nan and Bai Chen are both students and have not yet graduated and started working. Even if they save some money by living frugally, it is still not enough for their children's hospitalization.

I can only borrow money.

After hearing this, Wen's mother couldn't help but stick her head in to ask, "Can it be cured?"

"I don't know, waiting for news."

Wen Shi gave an honest answer, "Wang Nan and the others will send another telegram when their conditions improve."

As for now, I really can't take care of it.

Yi Chichi and Wen's mother expressed their understanding, and Wen's mother even asked, "Should we send them some malted milk?"

Wen Shi hurriedly stopped him, "Don't do that. When Lao Wu went to deliver the money yesterday, he brought them two cans of malted milk, saying that it was from us. Bai Chen burst into tears and kept promising to pay it back. He was under too much pressure to send it back again, so let's wait and see."

For people with a strong sense of morality, having too much debt can be very stressful.

If you don't find a way to pay it back, the huge stone in your heart will always be weighing on you.

What's more, Bai Chen and his wife still have to worry about their children, so they really can't continue to put pressure on them.

So be it.

So, this topic ended here. Wen Shi had to go to work, so after finishing his meal, he wiped Yi Chichi's back and hurried back to work.

Yi Chichi accompanies the baby to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and treats himself like a pig.

At night, Wen Shi and Wen's mother took care of the baby, so she didn't worry too much. In addition, because of her good sleep quality, she gained more than ten pounds after the confinement period.

On the day she left confinement, she took a quick bath.

After washing her hair again, she returned to the bed, feeling relaxed, and sat cross-legged, doing gas-relieving exercises for the baby while watching and smelling.

"When will Lao Li and the others come back?"

"It's early."

Wen Shi kept moving his hands, "According to regulations, he should be back in early May."

It’s only the beginning of March now, which is still early in terms of time.

"That's great. I can still stay with your baby for a few months."

"By the time I leave, he should be able to recognize people."

Wen Shi was delighted, "Maybe when I come back, Yi Yi will call me daddy."

Yi Chichi's mouth twitched, feeling that he was thinking too much.

After all, he'll be gone for several months. Considering the child's age, the probability that he won't recognize me when he comes back is greater than the probability that he will call me dad.

But this was a disappointment, so she nodded in agreement and said, "You can look forward to it."

“That’s something we have to look forward to.”

With a "pu" sound, the baby let out a long fart that was a bit loud. The baby, who was holding his little fists, was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into tears.

Wen Shi, the unscrupulous old father, not only did not feel sorry for the boy, but also laughed out loud, complaining that Wen Yi was a timid child who was actually scared to tears by his own fart.

Yi Chi Chi was so angry that he kicked him and said, "You're still laughing. Hurry up and comfort him, otherwise he will cry endlessly and you won't be able to sleep at night."

Wen Yi found that the little boy was able to eat, sleep and defecate. He recovered well after the confinement period. He ate well, gained weight and his skin became whiter.

Successfully evolved from a red-skinned monkey to a white steamed bun with fermented flour.

He has a large lung capacity and is an angel baby when he is not making any noise. Just seeing him makes people happy and want to kiss and hug him.

But once he started to make a fuss and cry, his voice was as loud as a suona, so penetrating that it could make people collapse in despair.

As soon as he cried, Yi Chichi became furious as if he had been electrocuted.

My head is buzzing.

The tone of voice naturally doesn't get better.

Wen Shi was used to it, and he didn't get angry. Instead, he hugged the little boy and said, "Don't cry, son. Dad will sing a song for you."

He didn't need to hear a response and just hummed the Broadsword March.

The father and son were busy with their own things, one crying at the top of his voice, the other singing at the bottom of his voice.

Yi Chichi, "..."

She shouldn't be in the room. Why don't she go out and wait until they calm down before going back in?

It’s too noisy!

Just as he was about to put his plan into action and sneak away, Wen Yi's crying suddenly subsided.

Wen Shi's singing became much clearer.

I don’t know if it was the melody of the Broadsword March or the little boy’s feelings, but his crying gradually stopped, and his black eyes, soaked in tears, stared at his father without blinking.

And they responded with "oh oh".

Wen Shi stopped singing when he saw this, turned around and said to Yi Chichi, "See, our baby is actually easy to coax. He loves listening to songs. Next time he cries, you can sing to him."

Yi Chichi, "...Actually, I'm tone-deaf."

His voice was so loud and out of tune that it made the mountain road twist and turn like eighteen twists and turns.

In the native world, her relatives and friends said that she was a great singer.

She was forbidden to open her voice.

"I was worried that if I sang, he would cry even harder."