Chapter 298: Persimmons

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When it was almost afternoon, the boy’s father woke up.

The first thing he did was to look for his son. It was not convenient for him to speak, but he still grabbed the nurse and refused to let go, “Son, where is my son…” She didn’t know if it was because he was sad or uncomfortable, but turbid tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes along the wrinkles.

Lei Chen brought the child over to see him.

The boy lay on his body and cried, gasping for breath.

Lei Chen really couldn’t bear to see his child like this. He especially liked children. This child was only so old, but he had to suffer the grief that should not appear at his age.

He patted the child’s back, turned around, and said to the man, “Your condition is very serious. You need to be hospitalized, and you also need a series of drugs and equipment. What do you think..”

Before he could finish, the man’s expression became serious.

He waved his hand and told his son to wait outside. His son looked confused. He had just entered. However, he felt that this was definitely a very serious matter between adults, so it was better for him not to interrupt.

Seeing his son leave, the man was relieved. He rubbed his hands in embarrassment and looked into Lei Chen’s eyes. His face was red, but he could not say a word. He was such a burly man when he stood up, but now his aura had weakened.

“What’s wrong? Are you still not feeling well?” it was indeed very uncomfortable to have such severe asthma in the short term. It was normal for him to be unable to speak.

The man shook his head with tears in his eyes, “Sir, can you help me take a look at my son? Does he have the same illness?”

Lei Chen already had an idea in his heart, but he still comforted the man, “We haven’t checked yet. It’s hard to say.”

The man heaved a sigh of relief, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, “I know this illness. It won’t be a small amount of money to cure it. Jiang City is such a big place, I definitely can’t afford it.”

His withered fingers grabbed Lei Chen’s hand tightly, “Sir, please help my son. This time, I came… Actually, it’s not for myself.” His fingers were so thin, but they were quite strong. Lei Chen felt a little pain from being pinched by him.

“We can do a check-up. Don’t worry, we haven’t come to a conclusion yet…” Lei Chen’s brows were tightly knitted together. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

At that time, he looked like a child who had done something wrong. He didn’t know how to comfort him. Any words were useless. He could only lie, but lying didn’t seem to be a smart move.

Lei Chen was such a steady person, but his face was burning with anxiety, “But, you’d better also…”

The man smiled and shook his head, not saying anything else. A faint smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth as if he was very relieved.

The boy stood timidly at the door for a long time before Lei Chen finally let him in. He was stunned on the spot for a moment, looking at the completely different expressions on the faces of the two adults. He was a little confused.

“Doctor, what’s wrong with my father?” his small brain did not have much

understanding of this illness. He only knew that his father seemed to be coughing a lot. It was just that he had been coughing a lot recently and it was very abnormal. Only then did he know that this was not a small cold.

Lei Chen felt heartache.

Before Lei Chen could say anything, the man on the hospital bed spoke up, “It’s fine. The Doctor said it was nothing serious. It’s still the same old problem.” He turned his head and smiled at his son, “Are there any more dried persimmons?

I’ll be fine after eating two.”

The little boy instantly understood and took out a roll of dried persimmons from his small bag. Lei Chen quickly stopped him, “You can’t eat it now. Let’s wait a little longer.”

The boy stood there obediently with the dried persimmon in his hand. He muttered, “In the past, this was the best food.” Every time his father fell ill, he would rummage through the house for dried persimmons.

This was a folk prescription recognized by the doctors in the small clinic. Eating dried persimmons was indeed very soothing to the throat, and it could also make his father feel better when he was ill.

The man waved his hand, signaling for his son to come over. Then, he held the dried persimmon in his palm with satisfaction.

He patted his son’s butt and said, “Let’s go and have a checkup with the doctor.”

The little boy was still suspicious, but when he saw his father was in good condition, he was relieved.

Lei Chen held his sticky and cold hand, a sharp pain in his heart..