Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1195: Zhuangzhuang Critically Ill 5

Chapter 1195: Chapter 1195: Zhuangzhuang Critically Ill 5

Fang Ning stepped forward and reprimanded in a stern voice, "Xiaoyun, what are you doing here? Have you nothing better to do? Have you forgotten the rules of the military? Now go back and write a self-criticism!"

Though he was scolding her, it was actually protection, and Qingyun understood this very well. She immediately made a penitent expression, "Understood, Comrade Captain."

Upon returning to the Lu Family, Qingyun immediately asked, "Teachers, how is Zhuangzhuang doing?" She had to take care of Xibao and Fubao to lessen the burden on Tian Ling and Mother Yang, leaving her no chance to visit the hospital and see the situation for herself.

Actually, she could have gone when Xibao and Fubao were sleeping, but she was frightened, afraid of hearing bad news.

Just like now, she asked, yet she was afraid to hear the answer.

Fang Ning and Yang Fengying slowly shook their heads, "The doctors are still discussing treatment options."

Hearing this statement, Qingyun’s heart sank.

As night fell quickly, only Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were with Zhuangzhuang in the hospital room. In the past few days, his symptoms like fever, cough, difficulty breathing, and wheezing had emerged. Poor Zhuangzhuang, the doctors were simply at a loss.

"Ajiang!"

Feng Qingxue grabbed his hand tightly, her nails digging deep into Lu Jiang’s skin, but Lu Jiang felt no pain. Holding her in return, he said, "Don’t cry, don’t cry now, our Zhuangzhuang will surely be safe and sound. Didn’t Master Shan say it? We are destined to have four sons and a daughter. Zhuangzhuang is one of them, how could he possibly be absent from our lives?"

Feng Qingxue’s tears flowed as she gritted her teeth, "For the first time, I despise the backward medical practices of our era!"

"Qingxue!" Lu Jiang was no less filled with hate for the lack of medicine and doctors. Were they really going to watch helplessly as Zhuangzhuang left them?

No, they couldn’t!

"Ajiang, I want to give Zhuangzhuang medicine, let’s administer it ourselves! Intravenous infusion!"

"You mean?" The medicine from the space?

Feng Qingxue sniffed and said in a hoarse voice, "I prepared a lot of common medicine initially, aside from the nearly depleted trauma medications I used for you. Considering I might marry and have children in the future, I got all kinds of pediatric medicines, even the equipment for infusions. It’s just that the quantity isn’t much, and they weren’t easy to buy. I asked several people to help, and it took a lot of effort. Zhuangzhuang has a lung infection; it’s inflammation. In the space, there are medicines for reducing inflammation, antivirals, asthma relief... all of them are suitable!"

Lu Jiang clenched his teeth, "Okay, I believe in your medical skills and the medicine you’ve prepared!"

"During the infusion process for Zhuangzhuang, don’t let anyone get near the ward; no one can see the things and medicines we take out!" Feng Qingxue made a quick and decisive move, swiftly finding the medicine, preparing the mixture, and getting ready the injection tools.

Zhuangzhuang’s skin was tender and thin, his veins fine. The ones on his wrist were not usable; he had to use the ones on his foot...

The night was cold; Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue dared not unwrap his swaddle, fearing he would get cold, so Feng Qingxue searched for a place on his head to start the IV. Under the hospital room’s bright light, Lu Jiang held a flashlight for her, illuminating the space above Zhuangzhuang’s head.

After the IV started dripping, Feng Qingxue took Zhuangzhuang into her arms and sent Lu Jiang out to guard the door.

She was very thorough in her thinking, and soon enough, doctors and nurses began their night rounds. Seeing Lu Jiang crouching outside the door with his hands over his head, their sympathy deepened, "Commander Lu, let us go in and check on the child!"

All the pediatricians were at a loss regarding Zhuangzhuang’s condition; their visits during the night rounds were merely for their own psychological comfort.