When the needle poked into the flesh of the arm, the cry was so pitiful!
"Wow~~~"
The doctor acted very quickly. He quickly took out the needle and applied it with a cotton swab:
"Parents should press the button on the child for three minutes, and then observe the child for half an hour. If there is no abnormality, they will leave."
"Okay, thank you."
Get up and go out as a group.
When several figures went out, the little nurse in the consulting room frowned and whispered:
"Did I admit the wrong person?"
The doctor on the side asked:
"What are you admitting? Do you know those people just now?"
The little nurse shook her head, and finally nodded:
"I can't confirm it because I actually feel that the dad who just held the child seems to be an idol that I am a fan of!"
this
"Did you see it wrong?"
¡°There¡¯s a high probability that it¡¯s true, that kid¡¯s name is Fu Zhizhou, and he has the same name as my idol¡¯s son!¡±
Although I¡¯m almost dizzy from being so busy, I can¡¯t be blinded to such a degree at such a close distance, right?
Looking outside, we can no longer see a few people.
Indeed, people have already returned to the car.
The child didn¡¯t stop crying.
"However, it's not that sad anymore.
"Woooo"
"It hurts so much"
"Bad dad"
"Bad Uncle Abban is also bad"
¡°Everyone is bad anyway.
Abban was in front listening to the young master crying and saying that he was bad, and he felt aggrieved.
And someone didn¡¯t react at all.
It wasn¡¯t until the child was almost crying that he said:
"Have you cried enough? If not, continue."
Hiss!
The children choked and continued to sob.
Then, the little head was still lying on his father's lap, and the snot and tears were all smeared on his father's pants.
But his father was so disgusted that he asked Aban to drive away even before half an hour of observation time.
If you can cry like that, it must be okay.
"Second Young Master, go back over there?"
This definitely needs to be asked clearly.
Fu Jiyan originally wanted to go back to his old house. After all, he would fly to City C early tomorrow morning. There were people at his old house who could take good care of the little boy.
However, the crying child has no intention of returning to his old home:
"Looking for mom, porridge needs mom, woo woo woo"
Fu Jiyan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows:
"Go back to the hospital."
"yes!"
The car turned around instantly and drove towards the family home.
The children's crying gradually became quieter. When they arrived outside the gate of the family home, there were no more whimpering, but their face was covered with tears, and they were crying like a little cat.
With his hands around his father's neck, he had no intention of walking on his own.
Fu Jiyan hugged his son¡¯s butt with one hand, and then called his wife. Unexpectedly, the other party never answered.
Okay, I¡¯m still busy.
On the way back to the unit building, I also met enthusiastic aunties.
¡°Ouch, Xiao Fu, what¡¯s wrong with your porridge?¡±
"I'm so sorry for crying. I'm so miserable."
Fu Jiyan had to stop:
"I just got vaccinated." He replied.
"Oh, have you been vaccinated? It's quite painful. You can apply it with a hot towel."
Sometimes the aunties¡¯ native methods really work.
After going upstairs and throwing the little kid on the sofa, Fu Jiyan went to the bathroom to get water, and then got some boiling water in before wetting the towel.
After a hot towel was applied to the child's arm, it felt a little hot at first, but then he felt comfortable.
I applied it several times in a row until the water cooled down, so I didn¡¯t apply it again.
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