Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 511: Tone Deaf

"Yes!"

"I’ll get back to you tomorrow?"

"Mm, I’ll let you know once he calls back."

"Okay."

Wen Shi keeps his word. After learning about Wang Nan’s child’s condition through his comrade the next day, the first thing he does when he gets home is tell her about Wang Nan’s child’s condition.

"Preliminary diagnosis is meningitis!"

Yi Chichi’s eyes widened abruptly, "Is it mild or severe?"

Meningitis was something far removed from her life in the original world; she hadn’t encountered it in real life.

But she knew the peril of this illness and that it had taken many people’s lives.

She also knew about the research on the meningococcal vaccine, which didn’t start until 1975, and whether it’s been fully developed is still unknown.

Mass vaccination began in the ’80s.

Wang Nan’s child...

"Can it be treated?"

"Don’t know yet. The child is still in the hospital, and we’ll find out more after the treatment."

The couple glanced at each other in silence.

Just then, Wen Shi, lying beside Yi Chichi, suddenly opened his eyes from sleep and made a short, muffled sound.

Hearing the noise, the couple promptly turned to look and saw the little guy’s face flushed red with effort.

Then came the sound of pffft pffft.

Instantly, a faint sour odor filled the room.

Yi Chichi, "He pooped, hurry up and change his diaper and wash his bottom!"

Wen Shi responded with a sound, quickly grabbed the cleaning gear dedicated to Little Wen Yi, tidied him up, replaced him with a clean, soft cotton diaper, and then handed him over to Yi Chichi’s arms for feeding.

Yi Chichi adjusted her posture, fully exposing his little nose, then asked Wen Shi, "What type of meningitis is it?"

Wen Shi looked confused, "There are many types of meningitis?"

"Yes."

Yi Chichi explained in detail the classification of meningitis, then concluded, "Most types of meningitis are not infectious, but some, like epidemic cerebrospinal meningitis, are highly contagious. Tuberculous meningitis has a certain level of contagiousness, and some bacterial meningitis can also be contagious."

Wen Shi began to recall the words of his comrade, and after a while, he said, "Old Three isn’t quite sure, but Bai Family’s child’s meningitis is most likely caused by a mix of medications."

"Huh?"

This answer was a bit unexpected for Yi Chichi, and she was shocked, "Why did the child take the wrong medicine?"

What were Bai Chen and Wang Nan doing? Medicine can’t be given to children casually!

"The child had a persistent cough that wouldn’t go away, so they took him to see a doctor. Shortly after seeing the doctor, the child started showing abnormalities, and they took him to the hospital. After the check-up, the doctor suspected meningitis."

At this point, he said helplessly, "And then you know the rest."

Hospitalization costs money, and neither Wang Nan nor Bai Chen has graduated and started working, so even if they saved frugally, it’s not enough to cover the child’s medical expenses and hospitalization.

They have to borrow money.

Outside, Wen’s mother overheard and couldn’t help but stick her head in, "Can it be cured?"

"Don’t know, waiting for updates."

Wen Shi gave an honest reply, "They’ll send a telegram if Wang Nan’s situation improves."

As for now, they truly can’t manage much.

Yi Chichi and Wen’s mother expressed understanding, and Wen’s mother further suggested, "Should we send them some malted milk?"

Wen Shi quickly stopped her, "Don’t. When Old Five went to send money yesterday, he brought them two cans of malted milk, claiming it was from us. Bai Chen cried his eyes and nose out, repeatedly promising to repay. Sending more would just add to his pressure, better to wait a while."

To someone with a strong sense of morals, owing too much debt is truly overwhelming.

If not managed, that looming burden will remain on their mind.

Especially since Bai Chen and his wife need to worry about their child, indeed they cannot bear more pressure.

Let’s leave it at that.

Thus, this topic came to an end.

Since Wen Shi still had work, after eating, he wiped Yi Chichi clean and dashed back to work.

Yi Chichi nursed the baby while eating and sleeping continuously, treating herself like a pig.

With Wen Shi and Wen’s mother taking care of the baby at night, she wasn’t worried, and coupled with good sleep quality, she actually gained over ten pounds after the first month after childbirth.

On the day she finished her postpartum confinement, she had a speedy bath.

Freshly showered and with her hair washed, she returned to bed feeling comfortable, sitting cross-legged, watching Wen Shi give the baby gas exercises.

"When will Old Li and the others come back?"

"Still a long way off."

Wen Shi kept his hands moving, "By regulation, they should be back in early May."

It’s only early March now, so there’s plenty of time.

"That’s nice. You can spend a few more months with the baby."

"When I leave, he should start to recognize people."

Wen Shi said cheerfully, "Maybe when I return, Yi Yi will call me ’dad’."

Yi Chichi’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking he was being overly optimistic.

After all, a few months’ absence at the baby’s age means he’s more likely not to recognize him than to call him ’dad’.

But saying such a thing would be discouraging, so she went along with him, "Well, you can hope."

"Of course I’ll hope."

With a sudden poof, the little baby let out a lingering fart, the sound was a bit loud, and after a brief pause, the little fellow crying opened up with an "Ah!".

This irresponsible dad, Wen Shi, instead of feeling sorry, laughed heartily, and mocked Little Wen Yi for being so timid that he was scared by his own fart.

Yi Chichi, frustrated, kicked him, "You laugh, but you should hurry and comfort him; otherwise, once he starts crying, he won’t stop, and no one will sleep tonight."

Little Wen Yi was good at eating, sleeping, and pooping, and with Yi Chichi well-nourished during the postpartum confinement, he ate well too, gaining weight rapidly, and his skin became fairer.

He successfully evolved from a red-skinned monkey to a white steamed bun.

His lung capacity was large too. When calm and quiet, he was an angel baby, delightful just to see, making people want to hug and kiss him.

But once he began fussing and crying, his loud voice rivaled a suona, with amazing penetrating power, capable of driving someone to the brink of despair.

Once he cried, Yi Chichi felt like she had been electrified, getting agitated.

Her head buzzed loudly.

So, naturally, her tone wasn’t pleasant.

Wen Shi, however, was used to it and didn’t get annoyed. He hugged Little Wen Yi and said, "Son, don’t cry, daddy will sing a song for you."

Without needing Wen Yi’s response, he started humming the March of the Broad Knife.

Father and son’s mouths were each busy on their own; one crying out loud, the other singing in a lower voice.

Yi Chichi, "..."

She shouldn’t be in the room; maybe she should leave and come back when they’ve calmed down?

It’s way too noisy!

Just as she was about to sneak out, Wen Yi’s crying suddenly quieted down.

Wen Shi’s singing became much clearer.

It seemed the melody of the March of the Broad Knife unexpectedly matched the little fellow’s mood, as his crying gradually stopped, his tear-stained eyes unblinkingly focused on his dad.

Even cooing along.

Seeing this, Wen Shi stopped singing and turned to Yi Chichi, "See? Our baby is actually easy to calm; he loves listening to songs. If he cries, just sing to him next time."

Yi Chichi, "...Actually, I’m tone-deaf."

Pure white voice, and I go off-key like a winding mountain road.

In the original world, her relatives and friends said her singing was lethal.

They prohibited her from singing.

"I’m worried if I start singing, he’d cry even harder."