Chapter 257: The First Gosling Hatched
Yun Yao didn't delay too long, and quickly found a nurse on night shift.
The nurse took Yun Huan's temperature, which was 38.7°C.
"No more than 39 degrees Celsius, it is considered a normal fever. After taking the medicine, the medicine will disinfect and metabolize the tumor cells in the body, which will cause the body temperature to rise. This is a normal phenomenon. After the effect of the medicine, the body temperature will slowly recover."
Hearing what the nurse said, Yunyao immediately asked the other party for a thermometer, "Then I'll take Xiaohuan's temperature every half an hour, and if it exceeds 39 degrees, I'll call you again."
Hearing Yun Yao's words, the nurse couldn't help but sigh for the thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness of this sister.
After the nurse left, Yun Yao sat by the hospital bed, looking at Yun Huan, who was suffering from a fever, with a creepy sneer on his face.
At around 5 in the morning, Yun Huan's body temperature exceeded 39°C, and at one point approached 40°C. After a series of emergency cooling measures, Yun Huan's body temperature finally dropped to 38.5°C at dawn.
Seeing that Yunyao's eyes were red and her expression was haggard, but she still looked at Yun Huan on the hospital bed with concern, the nurse kindly persuaded her, "Miss Yun, go and have a rest, I will tell my colleagues in the day shift to let them rest more. Keep an eye on it."
Yun Yao smiled gratefully, "Thank you."
It was rare to have a good night's sleep at home. Jiang Yu was in a pretty good mood at first, but when she looked in the mirror after washing her face, her good mood suddenly disappeared when she saw the old-fashioned slack and fine lines on her face in the mirror.
Thinking of hearing from a well-connected wife that Jiang City had recently opened a women's club that could do facial care, Jiang Yu immediately called the other party and asked for the address.
It was already 1 p.m. by the time Jiang Yu came out of the women's club.
Although it took a lot of time, when she thought of her radiant face in the mirror, she felt indescribably at ease.
In the hospital, Yun Huan's condition was finally under control, and his body temperature dropped to around 37°C.
When the nurse hung up the drip and left, Yun Yao subconsciously followed, begging the other party not to tell Jiang Yu about Yun Huan's high fever.
"My mother has been working too hard recently, I don't want her to worry too much."
The nurse agreed without thinking too much. After all, it is normal for leukemia patients to have repeated high fever during treatment.
When Jiang Yu came to the hospital, she saw Yun Huan lying on the hospital bed fast asleep, while Yun Yao had dark blue eyelids and a haggard complexion. The dissatisfaction and anger in her heart also subsided a bit.
She whispered to Yunyao: "Go back and rest, Xiaohuan is here with me watching."
Looking at Jiang Yu's smooth and tight face, Yun Yao couldn't help but smile and said, "Mom, your complexion is much better, and you look younger by several years."
Hearing the eldest daughter's praise, Jiang Yu was very happy.
Originally, she thought that the club was too expensive, and it cost more than 1,000 yuan to apply for a membership card, which could only be used ten times, so she was not willing to spend money to apply for the card, but this club changed her mind.
It's not a loss to spend more than a thousand yuan in exchange for youth and beauty, and it's not like she can't afford it.
With the advantage of rebirth, Yun Yao can naturally see that Jiang Yu's radiant face is due to skin care.
This gave her inspiration and made her think of a new way to make money.
In the previous life, beauty parlors gradually emerged after a few years.
The beauty salon not only contains huge business opportunities and development potential, but also can use it to expand her network and help her squeeze into the upper class circle.
After all, in this day and age, the only ones who can afford beauty care are the wealthy and famous ladies.
Of course, Jiang City must be dying, but she can go to the provincial capital.
The provincial capital will be her new starting point and journey.
Thinking of this, Yunyao is full of confidence in the future.
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Today is November 24th, which is Thanksgiving Day in western countries, and it is also a good day for Yunmo's family.
Because Erbai hatched the first gosling.
A finger-sized hole was pecked out at the top of the snow-white hard goose egg. The gosling's tender yellow and furry head protruded from the hole. The black eyes the size of mung beans looked around curiously, and there was a chirping sound from its mouth, as if to Say hello to the world.
Yunmo squatted aside and stared intently, with an unstoppable smile on her face.
Ling Chuan was busy adding charcoal to the four grills in the corner.
The weather in this season is already a bit cold, and it is far from reaching the temperature for hatching. Yunmo moved the egg nest to an empty room half a month ago, and bought four more heating cages to ensure that the inside of the room temperature.
Erbai is also very self-conscious about being a mother. Except for eating and necessary outings, she spends almost 24 hours a day lying in the egg nest to incubate eggs.
"quack."
Seeing that the gosling was still unwilling to get out of the eggshell, Erbai lightly touched the other party's pink beak with his beak.
It's time to come out.
Seemingly having understood Erbai's call, the gosling began to struggle vigorously.
Unfortunately, the eggshell was too thick and hard, and the gosling was not strong enough. After struggling for a long time, it failed to get out of the eggshell. Yunmo, who was watching from the side, was very anxious and wanted to help.
But also just thinking about it.
Yunmo checked the information in advance, and during the period when the goslings were pecking and breaking their shells, the breeder could not manually interfere with the breaking of the goslings' shells, and could only wait patiently.
Overnight.
The next morning, when Yunmo came to the egg-hatching house, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the gosling had come out of the eggshell, and was walking around the mother, Erbai, with a crisp "chirp" sound from her throat. , the little furry head pecked lightly on the ground from time to time.
Yunmo reached out and touched the goose's tender yellow body.
The gosling immediately ran back to Erbai's side as if frightened, with a crisp "chirp" sound from its throat.
Who is this person, she touched me!
Erbai rubbed his beak on the gosling's head: Don't be afraid, she is the master.
Whether it felt Erbai's comfort or understood Yunmo's status as a breeder, the gosling cautiously approached Yunmo with its black eyes the size of mung beans.
Yunmo stretched out her hand, and in the palm of her palm was a pea-sized drop of water from the spiritual spring, rolling crystal clear.
As if feeling the temptation and calling of the spiritual spring water, the goose fluttered its little wings, stumbling over, and drank the spiritual spring water without pecking a few times with its pink beak.
"Choo Choo Choo."
The goslings that drank the water from the spiritual spring circled around Yunmo's hand, making unsatisfactory calls from their throats.
still want.
Yunmo laughed and nodded the goose's head with her finger, "Little glutton, I'm gone today."
"Chirp."
The gosling tilted its head to look at her.
When will it be available?
Yunmo didn't answer, but slowly spread out her palms, "Jump up."
The gosling raised its head to look at her, and tentatively pecked her fingertips with its tender beak from time to time.
Yunmo kept her hands outstretched, like a hunter patiently waiting for her prey to bite.
The tender beak rubbed against Yunmo's fingertips several times back and forth, without feeling any danger, the gosling finally jumped up boldly.
Yunmo held her hand high, and carefully protected the other hand to prevent the gosling from falling if she lost her footing.
"Choo Choo Choo."
Feeling Yunmo's movement of getting up, the gosling panicked, fluttering its pink little wings and screaming non-stop.