70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 36 The little brother who curses is so powerful

Yang Yihe knew very early that she would have a stepmother, and her father always compared her with her stepmother's nephews and nieces.

She said she was so happy to have enough food and warm clothes.

Look at the stepmother’s nephews and nieces. They don’t have enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear, and they are also beaten.

So ever since she heard about her stepmother, she fell into deep panic. Not only was she afraid that her father would hate her, she was even more worried that her stepmother would torture her.

But when I saw my stepmother's nephew today, I felt that he didn't look like someone who could be bullied easily.

Her father always told her not to talk nonsense outside, as children's words were annoying. But when she saw the boy in front of her today, Yang Yihe felt that he was really good at swearing!
Just like what the little brother said, why would dad rather pay attention to other children than her?

His originally dizzy head was now looking at He Yuxiang's eyes which were flashing with light.

Yang Xiujin was embarrassed by the child's scolding, and when he saw that Chen Qing didn't scold He Yuxiang, he felt even more embarrassed: "Xiaoqing, look at your nephew, he doesn't know how to respect his elders at all."

"Are there any elders here?" Chen Qing asked irritably, "I'm in a bad mood right now. You'd better not talk to me, otherwise I will say something even more disrespectful to the elders."

She held He Yuting and turned to the other side, anxiously waiting for the temperature measured by the mercury thermometer.

The young nurse came over to get the thermometer, walked under the light bulb to take a closer look, and frowned: "39.6 degrees Celsius, a high fever."

"How long will the queue last?" Chen Qing asked.

"About an hour. There's nothing I can do." The young nurse sighed and went to disinfect the thermometer, took the temperature of other children, and asked parents to remember their children's temperature.

Chen Qing lowered her head to comfort Xiaoyu, and found that the little girl was nestled in her arms obediently, her flushed face covered with sweat, like a ripe peach, her big eyes were misty, and she didn't say she was uncomfortable.

Chen Qingxin felt her grip tightened. After a while, she lowered her eyes and saw tiny tears condensing on Xiaoyu's eyelashes, but she bit her lower lip and said nothing, burying her head deep in her arms.

"If you feel bad, tell your aunt."

Chen Qing imitated the tone of the orphanage volunteers in his memory, and soothed the children in a gentle voice. He went to borrow warm water from the nurse and wiped the child's sweaty temples with a handkerchief soaked in warm water.

When the old-fashioned clock in the hospital hit two o'clock, Xiaoyu began to talk nonsense. Her hot forehead pressed against her collarbone, and she mumbled, "Mom, wuwu, I want Mom..."

He Yuxiang's eyes turned red instantly, his fists were clenched, his lips were slightly open, and he didn't know what to say.

Chen Qing stood up and gently rocked her to comfort her, "We're here, look, my brother and I are here."

The little girl's small hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, as if she was grabbing the only support.

When the doctor finally called her name, Chen Qing hurriedly walked in carrying the child.

There was a horizontal table in the room with a pulse pillow on it. The doctor sat behind the table and knocked on the table towards Chen Qing, "Bring the child here, let me take a look."

He Yuxiang quickly placed his sister's wrist on the pulse pillow and took her temperature. "My sister is a premature baby and has a weak constitution. If I prescribe medicine or give her an injection later, can you please not make it too stimulating?"

The doctor glanced at He Yuxiang, nodded, and carefully examined He Yuting's body. He immediately prescribed a solution for an injection. "She's feverish and confused. I need to lower her temperature first. She'll need an IV drip later, and I'll prescribe three days' worth of medicine. It'll cost about three dollars and fifty cents. Is that okay?"

The machinery factory is one of the leading factories in the province, and the workers have very good welfare benefits, but there are some scumbags who are unwilling to treat their children in order to save money.

"Sure, sure!" Chen Qing nodded hurriedly.

The doctor came over with a needle. Xiaoyu, who had just opened her eyes, froze when she saw the thin needle. Her originally confused eyes instantly became clearer, her mouth pursed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"No...no injection..."

Her voice was small and tearful, and she shrank into her aunt's arms, as if she wanted to hide. Chen Qing's heart softened, and he tightened his arms, hugging Xiaoyu even tighter. His other hand gently patted her back: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Aunt and brother are here. Xiaoyu is the bravest, right? It will be over in a moment."

Xiaoyu nodded with sobs, her little hands tightly grasping her clothes, her eyes closed tightly. The moment the needle pierced her, her body trembled, but she didn't cry out, she just buried her face deeper.

Chen Qing could feel a surge of moisture on his body, and his heart felt sore and swollen. He whispered, "Xiaoyu is awesome."

Looking again, the villain next to him had red eyes. Chen Qing wondered, "What's wrong with you?"

He Yuxiang sniffed and glared at her: "What do you care!"

Chen Qing rolled his eyes. This brat really deserves a beating!

Taking the doctor's prescription, the two went to the pharmacy and asked them to prepare the injection for the IV drip and prescribe medicine.

Chen Qing: "You take money from my pocket and give it to the accountant uncle."

He Yuxiang quickly took money out of her pocket. Seeing that she took out five Datuanjie banknotes, he felt a complicated feeling about the family savings. He took the change from the accountant and put it back into her pocket.

When I handed the prescription to the pharmacy nurse, she asked, "Is the child four years old?"

"Correct."

"Then I'll grind her into powder."

Chen Qing thanked her and waited. After getting the medicine, he started a new round of IV drip for Xiaoyu.

The drip was uncomfortable without the needle in the buttocks, but Xiaoyu fell asleep, and Chen Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

He Yuxiang is a six-year-old child, but he sat there quietly, staring at the IV bottle. After the medicine was finished, he immediately called the nurse to remove the needle.

He also touched his sister's forehead, feeling that her fever was slowly subsiding, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

The old-fashioned wall clock in the hospital showed that it was already past three o'clock, and Chen Qing carried Xiaoyu and prepared to go home.

Yang Xiujin, who was waiting for her, stopped Chen Qing: "Xiaoqing, have you been angry with me recently? You know..."

"roll!"

Chen Qing's patience ran out.

He strode past him and headed home.

Xiaoyu was very thin, but she was still a four-year-old child, weighing 25 kilograms. Chen Qing couldn't let He Yuxiang hold her. He was very strong, but he would definitely walk slowly if he held a child. The wind was strong at night, and they had gone out in a hurry and had not prepared a thin blanket. They had to go home quickly.

Yang Xiujin's face turned dark.

Yang Yihe cried, "Dad, my hand hurts."

"You're being pretentious." Yang Xiujin glanced at her and said, "You have to remember that if someone asks you tomorrow if you're feeling well, you have to say you're not feeling well. That way, Daddy can stay with you when you're sick, okay?"

Yang Yihe nodded in confusion.

Yang Xiujin then picked her up and said, "Dad loves you the most in this world and will never hurt you, understand?"

"I know." Yang Yihe rested her chin on her father's shoulder, her eyes closely following He Yuxiang who was holding a flashlight.

(End of this chapter)