Early in the morning, Yi Zhong Hai woke up feeling unwell, his head heavy and groggy.
He touched his forehead, "Hiss," he was running a fever.
He could tell by his own body that he must have caught a cold.
It must have been because the coal stove in the house went out in the middle of the night.
He used to have his wife, who would get up in the middle of the night to add coal to the stove.
Besides, no one was there to warm his bed now.
When he tried to get out of bed, everything in front of him seemed to spin, and it was even harder to stand up.
"Dong Xu," he called out to Jia Dong Xu, his voice weak. Yi Zhong Hai was startled by his own voice.
He called out a few times, but no one came.
The door to the room was also closed.
He couldn't open the door from the outside, but he could kick it open.
In his current state, even opening the door was difficult.
Suddenly falling ill, it was truly impossible to be alone without anyone to take care of him!
Yi Zhong Hai felt a sense of desolation.
"Dong Xu, cough, cough, Dong, Dong Xu, come..." Yi Zhong Hai called out to Jia Dong Xu again.
After calling for a long time, Qin Huairu's voice came from outside, "Yi Da Ye, are you calling Dong Xu?"
The factory was on holiday, and Jia Dong Xu was still sleeping.
Jia Zhang Shi hadn't woken up yet, and Qin Huairu had just gotten up and was about to make breakfast when she faintly heard Yi Zhong Hai's voice, and came to the door of Yi's house.
"Huai, cough, cough, Huai Ru, come, come here." Yi Zhong Hai said.
Outside, Qin Huairu pushed the door, but it was locked from inside, so she couldn't open it.
Yi Zhong Hai wanted to open the door, but even sitting up was uncomfortable.
"Kick, kick it open."
There was no choice, Yi Zhong Hai asked Qin Huairu to kick the door open.
Qin Huairu was also startled at the door.
Hearing Yi Zhong Hai's voice, she knew he was sick, and now he was asking her to kick the door open, which meant that Yi Zhong Hai must be seriously ill!
If Yi Zhong Hai suddenly died, it might not be good for the Jia family.
Besides, Yi Zhong Hai had been good to the Jia family, and Qin Huairu was somewhat grateful to him.
"Yi Da Ye, are you asking me to kick your door open?" Qin Huairu asked again.
"Yes, kick."
Since Yi Zhong Hai had asked her, Qin Huairu raised her leg and kicked the door.
With a 'bang', Qin Huairu kicked the door to Yi Zhong Hai's house.
However, she didn't have enough strength and couldn't kick it open.
But Qin Huairu kicking Yi Da Ye's door attracted the attention of many people in the courtyard.
"Qin Jie, why are you kicking Yi Da Ye's door?" Not far away, Sha Zhu had just woken up and heard someone kicking a door, but it wasn't his door. When he came outside, he saw Qin Huairu standing outside Yi Da Ye's door.
It was obvious that Qin Huairu had been kicking Yi Da Ye's door.
This surprised Sha Zhu.
"Sha Zhu, Yi Da Ye is sick, he can't open the door, so he asked me to kick it open." As soon as she saw Sha Zhu, Qin Huairu quickly explained.
Hearing what Qin Huairu said, Sha Zhu was also startled.
"Qin Jie, step aside, I'll do it."
He asked Qin Huairu to step aside, and then Sha Zhu took a running start, followed by a kick, and kicked the door to Yi's house.
This kick was much stronger than Qin Huairu's previous kick.
With a 'crack', the door to Yi's house was kicked open, not completely shattered, but cracked.
It probably couldn't be repaired, they would have to get a new door.
When Sha Zhu kicked the door open, Qin Huairu quickly entered the house.
Sha Zhu followed behind.
In the inner room, they saw Yi Zhong Hai lying on the kang.
After touching Yi Zhong Hai's forehead, Sha Zhu said to Qin Huairu, "Yi Da Ye has a high fever."
A high fever could be a cold, but it could also be something else.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Huairu went to find a doctor.
There were some doctors in Nan Luo Gu Xiang, some working in the medical office of the steel mill, some in the staff hospital, and some old Chinese medicine practitioners who didn't work, but their medical skills were not simple.
Qin Huairu ran out of the courtyard.
The three grandmothers and the Chen grandmothers in the front courtyard curiously asked what was happening, and Qin Huairu only said that Yi Da Ye was sick.
She ran out of the courtyard, and soon, Qin Huairu came back, with an old Chinese medicine practitioner behind her.
Almost everyone in the courtyard knew this old Chinese medicine practitioner.
In Nan Luo Gu Xiang, the old Chinese medicine practitioner's skills were considered very good.
The field of Chinese medicine was very deep, the four diagnostic methods of looking, listening, asking, and feeling were vast and profound, and there were fewer and fewer people with real skills.
This old Chinese medicine practitioner's surname was Tian, and his previous name was Tian Gou Er, but he later changed it to Tian Hong Jun.
Tian Hong Jun and Yi Zhong Hai knew each other, they weren't close friends, but they were acquaintances. Upon hearing that Yi Zhong Hai was ill, he put down his chopsticks halfway through his breakfast, picked up his medicine box, and followed Qin Huairu to Yi's house.
By this time, there were more people in the room.
Three Grandfathers and Three Grandmothers, He Yu Shui, Jia Zhang Shi, Two Grandmothers, Xu Da Mao..., many people came to see Yi Da Ye.
Tian Hong Jun first looked at Yi Zhong Hai's complexion.
Based on Yi Zhong Hai's complexion, he almost concluded that he had a cold.
Next, he took Yi Zhong Hai's pulse.
From the pulse, he confirmed that it was definitely a cold.
"He has a cold, as long as the fever goes down, there won't be much of a problem," Tian Hong Jun said.
Right now, Yi Zhong Hai's fever hadn't gone down yet.
Next, everyone was busy helping Yi Zhong Hai get his fever down.
Because he had a high fever, Yi Zhong Hai's mind was hazy and he couldn't focus.
After more than an hour of fussing, Yi Zhong Hai's fever subsided.
Once the fever went down, Yi Zhong Hai felt a bit more energetic.
However, he soon couldn't help but cough.
Qin Huairu made Yi Zhong Hai a bowl of ginger tea.
Sha Zhu got some vinegar.
...
Jia's house.
Looking out the window, Jia Zhang Shi said to her son and daughter-in-law, "Yi Zhong Hai has a cold, we won't celebrate the New Year with him this year."
It was good to celebrate the New Year with Yi Zhong Hai, but a cold was contagious.
Adults had strong resistance, but babies had weak resistance. If Bang Geng caught a cold, it would be a loss.
Jia Zhang Shi was more concerned about Bang Geng, after all, he was her grandson.
When Jia Zhang Shi gave her reasons, Qin Huairu immediately agreed.
For Qin Huairu, Bang Geng was the most important.
If Bang Geng caught a cold because they celebrated the New Year with Yi Zhong Hai, it would be terrible.
Bang Geng was still a baby.
If a baby caught a cold...
"...Then that's fine!" Jia Dong Xu hesitated for a moment, and agreed not to celebrate the New Year with Yi Zhong Hai.
They had reached an agreement, and the only thing left was to tell Yi Zhong Hai.
It was obvious that Jia Zhang Shi wouldn't go.
Qin Huairu looked at Jia Dong Xu, and Jia Dong Xu looked at Qin Huairu.
Undoubtedly, both Jia Dong Xu and Qin Huairu didn't want to go.
"You go and tell him!" Jia Dong Xu said to Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu: ...
They had agreed that the Jia family would celebrate the New Year with Yi Da Ye, and the old woman too.
Now, because Yi Da Ye had caught a cold, the Jia family was no longer going to celebrate the New Year with him, and Qin Huairu had to go and tell him, which made Qin Huairu quite uncomfortable.
But Jia Zhang Shi and Jia Dong Xu were both staring at Qin Huairu.
In this family, Qin Huairu's status was the lowest.
With a sigh, Qin Huairu didn't say anything, but got up and walked out of the house.
After leaving the house, Qin Huairu walked towards Yi's house.
His fever had subsided, and although Yi Zhong Hai felt much better, he was still lying at home.
Hearing footsteps, Yi Zhong Hai turned his head and saw Qin Huairu. He smiled.
"Yi Da Ye, my mother-in-law said..." Qin Huairu stammered.
"What did she say?" Yi Zhong Hai had a bad feeling about this.