✔️ Daily life of raising cubs in the group pet comparison group [70's]

Chapter 141-150

Chapter 141 "It's not a robbery."

After Qin Zhi went on the mission, Meng Qian fell ill. It's not accurate to say she was sick. To be precise, when she told Qin Zhi about the 'child' guess, she seemed to have been beaten. She feels groggy and unable to sleep all night long. Sometimes she turns around and forgets what she is doing. Her whole person is not right. Occasionally, Meng Qian will have the illusion that her body and soul have their own thoughts. After five days of confusion, her body finally couldn't hold on any longer and she fell ill.

Meng Qian's consciousness seemed to be trapped somewhere. Her soulless body floated on the sea, going away with the turbulent waves. Suddenly, her light body seemed to be filled with lead, and the sea water that was holding her broke and fell rapidly. The moment the fishy, ​​salty sea water pours into your mouth and nose, your soul seems to be peeling off your body.

"Boom!"

A loud noise woke up the sleeping person, and Meng Qian opened her eyes suddenly. The sound of the gong shook her mind for a long time, and her throat was unbearably dry, and she couldn't help coughing.

"Cough cough cough..."

A violent cough woke up Mr. Meng, who was squinting at the desk. Before he opened his eyes, he had already stood up, and his chair was knocked to the ground by his sudden rise.

"Are you awake?" Mr. Meng picked up the hot water bottle and poured water into the cup on the bedside table. The hot water bottle shook, leaving a water stain on the bedside table. The old man held his hand steady, but it didn't shake this time: "Drink slowly. , No rush."

​​Meng Qian drank three glasses of water, and her dry throat gradually recovered. The sound of gongs echoed in her ears, and she frowned, looking uncomfortable.

"Do you have a headache? Can I give you a massage?"

"It doesn't hurt. I just feel like someone is beating gongs and drums in my head, which makes my head buzz." Meng Qian rubbed her temples. She felt that she had slept for a long time and her limbs were sore. He was tired and unable to speak: "How long have I slept?"

"I slept from yesterday afternoon until now, and the fever went away in the middle of the night. The doctor said it was because I was tired. It only takes a few days to recover after a nap." Mr. Meng put his hand down. On her granddaughter's forehead, her body temperature was normal and there was no more fever. The worried person breathed a sigh of relief: "The millet porridge is hot on the stove. Can I bring you a bowl?"

"Okay." Meng Qian answered with the corner of her mouth twitching. Hungry.

Meng Qian, who was sick, looked pale, and her smile gave people a feeling of weakness. When Mr. Meng came in with millet porridge and chicken soup, he saw a man who had no strength to speak holding a pen and paper and writing something. When he came in, he closed it casually. Put the book aside.

"Let's eat. Axiang has been cooking chicken soup all morning. The oil on the chicken soup has been skimmed off and it's not greasy."

The temperature of the chicken soup was just right. Meng Qian picked up the bowl and drank it all. "Axiang is here too?"

"Yes, take the soup. The soup and fish are gone. When I heard that you were sick yesterday, I came over and worked all night. I waited until your fever subsided before going back. At noon, I brought a casserole of chicken soup over and said that you must be hungry when you wake up. Please drink the chicken soup first. "Mr. Meng was a little emotional.

"Aqian, what happened?" Mr. Meng finally couldn't hold it back and asked. Meng Qian could count on one hand the number of illnesses she had suffered from since she was a child. There had never been any time like this time when she had a high fever and fell into a coma. He didn't wake up, he didn't sleep all night, and he really couldn't figure out what could be worthy of the doctor's words of 'overthinking'.