He instantly nestled his small body into Lu Jingchen's arms and shook his head, "It was cold when we were outside, but it's not cold anymore.
"Besides feeling cold, do you feel any discomfort?"
Children who are sick can easily cause a series of complications if they are not careful.
Now seeing his sickly appearance, Lu Jingchen couldn't help but feel worried.
"No."
Seeing Song Nianchen shaking his head, Lu Jingchen, who had originally planned to have someone come over to check on her home tomorrow, saw that it was still early, so she directly picked up the phone and dialed.
"Call Dean Zhu and ask him to arrange for someone to come to Dijinglan Mountain.
Chenchen is not feeling well now and is particularly afraid of the cold."
"Okay, boss."
After hearing Lin Shen's answer, Lu Jingchen hung up the phone.
"Daddy, let the doctor come over to see what's wrong with you, and then make you something delicious, okay?"
Hearing Lu Jingchen's words, Song Nianchen's eyes lit up and he said happily: "I want to eat the ice porridge made by Grandma Wu, is that okay?"
It had been a long time since he had eaten the ice porridge made by Grandma Wu, and he really wanted to eat it.
As soon as Song Nianchen finished speaking, Lu Jingchen frowned and said softly: "You can't eat ice porridge now, another dad would do it."
Hearing this, Song Nianchen's face darkened, and he pursed his lips in grievance, and nestled in Lu Jingchen's arms without saying a word.
"You can eat whatever you want except ice and spicy."
Feeling that Song Nianchen in his arms was obviously a little depressed, Lu Jingchen couldn't help but coaxed.
Song Nianchen, who was in his arms, had a little dissatisfaction on his face after hearing his words, and pouted without saying anything.
But secretly complaining in his heart: apart from the cold and spicy ones, there are only bland ones and he doesn’t like them.
Song Qingyou, who was on the side, looked at the two people beside him with a gentle look on his face.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Song Nianchen's little head, and said softly: "Chen Bao, you are sick now.
You can eat ice if you are not cold.
A few days ago.
God, didn’t you say you wanted to eat the pineapple cake made by daddy?
I’ll let daddy make it for you, okay?”
Song Nianchen turned his head and looked at Song Qingyou thinking for a moment.
Although I can't eat ice porridge, I can eat sweet pineapple cakes made by my dad, which seems to be good.
Then, he nodded.
Seeing Song Nianchen nodding, Lu Jingchen lowered her head and kissed his little face, raised her eyebrows and said, "In that case, you and mommy stay here, and daddy goes to get ready first."
"Well, daddy."
Song Nianchen kissed Lu Jingchen with a smile, and then sat on the sofa obediently. an hour later Wang Yue finished examining Song Nianchen, pulled the quilt and covered him, then turned to look at Lu Jingchen and Song Qingyou standing aside.
She opened her mouth and asked, "Mrs.
Lu, did you encounter an accident when you gave birth to your little master, which caused premature birth?"
Symptoms of physical weakness and chills in children are mostly caused by premature birth or later lifestyle habits.
The child on the bed was obviously only about three years old.
There was almost no possibility that it was caused by living habits.
It must be a sequelae left when the child was born.
Hearing Dr.
Wang's words, Song Qingyou was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Song Qingyou recalled that when he first met Song Nianchen, apart from his unusually bright eyes, his entire face was dirty and his body was extremely thin.
At the beginning, she spent a lot of time taking care of him.
Later, he gained a lot of weight and she didn't care.
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