59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"Big Pot, my butt hurts!" Chen Dacongming Li lay on the Simmons mattress, looking at the big pot with tears in her eyes.

It felt unfair that she got beaten this time!

She really didn't strangle the fish to death!

Although the water in the swimming pool was frozen and Chen Feng asked his three younger brothers and a lively sister to free it, the water might be lacking in oxygen or for other reasons.

In short, the fish did 'drowned'.

"It's okay, it will be fine tomorrow." Chen Feng smiled and touched his sister's hair.

"Big pot, my second brother said that eating watermelon will not cause stomachache." Chen Li said very seriously.

Chen Feng also felt that the little girl was unfairly beaten by Zhou Qing, so he smiled and took out a washed peach from his backpack and gave it to her.

"We don't have any watermelon, but we have one peach. Do you want one?"

We made mutton soup in the evening. Chen Li drank more than a bowl of it, but she couldn’t eat watermelon.

"want!"

Chen Li immediately turned over and sat on the bed, no longer complaining about the pain in her butt.

He happily took the peach with both hands, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Eat slowly, and don't let the peach juice drip onto the bed." Chen Feng smiled and took one out and put it in his mouth.

"Uh-huh!"

The sweetness of the peach covered up the little girl's grievances.

Chen Feng walked out of the room and stood in the corridor, looking at the still falling snow and wondering how many days it would take before he could dig ice.

In the past, Chen Jianguo did this kind of thing, and this year it is his turn to be responsible.

The rustling sound of quick footsteps running in the snow came from far away, and within a minute, Xu Damao was seen rushing in in panic.

The other person was wearing a big cotton coat, walking hurriedly, and there was sweat on his face.

Seeing Chen Feng in the corridor, he was like seeing a savior and immediately shouted, "Chen Feng, where is the old man?"

Chen Feng walked over calmly and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My baby just gave birth a month early. The doctor performed a successful caesarean section, but the baby is very weak and the doctor said it might not be saved!" Xu Damao was sweating profusely and said in one breath: "I have no other choice but to ask your grandfather for help!"

"I may only have this one son in my life, just one son!"

Xu Damao was really panicked.

Ever since Chen Feng pointed out to him why the mixed widow was safe and sound, he has been worried that he will not have any descendants!

no way!

He has so many mature female friends in the surrounding area, friendships formed over several years of work, but not one of them got pregnant. This is too problematic!

Widow Meng finally got pregnant, but it will be so difficult to get pregnant again in the future!

It’s not that he didn’t look for other women during Widow Meng’s pregnancy, but that’s not the case anymore.

Widow Meng gave birth prematurely?

Is your child weak?

Well, this is so common!

She had a miscarriage before, and Widow Meng was in her thirties. In an era when the average life expectancy was 40 and people were physically weak, she was a high-risk pregnant woman.

"Wait, I'll get some potion, maybe I can save him!"

"hurry up!"

"Why are you panicking?"

He learned a lot about doctors' rhetoric from the old man.

In order to avoid hatred from the patient's family, many doctors like to exaggerate the severity of the illness.

If something happens to the patient, it's because his condition is too serious. If he gets better, it's because the doctor is very skilled!

In short, it’s not their fault!

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, aggravating the condition could increase the medical fees. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, aggravating the condition could reduce medical complaints.

Chen Li hurried back to the house, holding half a peach, got out of bed and asked, "Big Pot, is the bad guy's little brother sick?"

Chen Feng picked up the soda bottle and said with a smile: "Well, go play with your parents, I'll be back later."

Chen Li followed Chen Feng out and watched her elder brother ride his bicycle out of the yard and head off to look for their grandparents. She thought it would be more fun to go to their place.

Ever since mom got pregnant with her little brother, they don’t love her as much anymore!

Xu Damao placed Widow Meng in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, which was the choice of the vast majority of nearby residents.

Although the Red Star Affiliated Hospital is free, its technology is definitely not as good as that of the experts at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. Moreover, the affiliated hospital is more inclined to treat trauma and is not as good as the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in terms of childbirth.

"Bad uncle, are you looking for my grandpa?"

"Grandpa, the bad uncle is coming!"

Without Chen Li knocking, the old lady opened the main door.

"It's so cold, what should I do if I get frozen outside? Come in quickly and get warm in bed."

Chen Li raised her nose proudly and said, "Grandma, I'm wearing rabbit skin, so I'm not afraid of the cold!"

The old lady carried her granddaughter inside and said to Xu Damao in the yard, "Come in and tell me the situation. If Xiaofeng can't help, my old man probably can't help either."

The old man was very dissatisfied with what his wife said, saying that he was not good enough!

It is obvious that Xu Damao’s son is hopeless!

"Da Mao, come on, I'll go with you."

The old man, holding a wooden box medical kit, said that no matter whether the child can be saved or not, you always have to have an attitude.

"Thank you, old man!"

The two walked to the Chinese medicine hospital, and when they arrived, Chen Feng had already fed the newborn baby a few sips of well water.

"How is it?" asked the old man.

"The breathing has stabilized." Chen Feng told the truth: "But the child was born a month prematurely, and his body functions are indeed much worse than normal children. Even if he survives in the future, his body will still be relatively weak."

"Then you must take care of yourself!" The old man said calmly, "I'm good at this!"

Chen Feng tried his best to hold back his laughter.

The female doctors in the obstetrics and gynecology department were not there, so the baby slept in a crib next to Widow Meng's bed, making it easier for them to take care of him.

Meng Xiaozao's eyes were red, obviously from crying, but they were not swollen.

Normally speaking, it is not easy for a person to cry until his eyes are swollen.

"Mr. Chen, please take a look at my son!" Widow Meng had just given birth and was still very weak. She had already aged prematurely due to the hard labor in the countryside, and now she had given birth to a son. It was estimated that her life span would be shortened by several more years. She looked three or four points like Grandma Liu Xing.

Chen Feng saw a photo of Widow Meng a few years ago at Xu Damao's house. This woman actually really conformed to the aesthetic standards advocated in that era, otherwise Xu Damao would not have agreed to the marriage.

The old man approached the crib and Meng Xiaozao brought him a stool.

After checking the child's breathing, heartbeat and body temperature, the old man didn't have any better solution.

The baby is too weak to drink even milk or juice, let alone medicine which is somewhat toxic.

"I come to see him once a day and feed him the Chen family's ancestral vitality medicine. Whether he can survive depends on fate!"

The old man said calmly that if you didn’t know, you might think that the Chen family was a family of traditional medicine.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

Xu Damao and the other two were grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

Just now they also consulted the experts from the Chinese medicine hospital, and they had no other solution for this situation.

There is no cure, just wait for fate.

Xu Damao was so scared that he ran to find the old man on the spot, fearing that if he was a step slower, his son would suddenly die. He had never been so worried and panicked before.