Abandoned Woman Busy Farming-Chapter 1645 Doubts in the Heart

The two of them hurriedly rode towards the Bai Residence, and Jiang Yichun, worried that Bai Ruozhu might be too anxious, comforted her, saying, "It should just be a small issue. No child goes without falling ill. I was quite sickly as a child, always either coughing or having a runny nose, but look at me now. I’m still very robust, aren’t I?"

Everyone understands the logic, but how can any mother not feel the pain of her own child? Even if it’s just a small cold, seeing her child suffer would also make her heart ache.

Finally arriving at the Bai Residence, the two rushed in without a word and soon reached Little Dengdeng’s room.

Before even getting close, they heard Little Dengdeng’s cries.

"I want mom, I want my mom!" he cried, shouting as Nanny Zhang and Lin Ping’er softly tried to comfort him.

"Your mom will be back soon. It’s okay, it’s okay. Tell grandma what’s really bothering you?" Lin Ping’er asked.

Little Dengdeng continued to cry, "My head hurts, my body hurts."

Bai Ruozhu quickly stepped into the room, and Lin Ping’er immediately stood up, saying, "Ruozhu, quickly check to see what’s wrong with Dengdeng. His head is hot too, but he doesn’t seem to have caught a cold. We don’t dare call a doctor recklessly; it’s only reassuring when you examine him."

Bai Ruozhu promptly went forward to feel Little Dengdeng’s forehead. As expected, he had a slight fever but not to the extent of being dangerously hot. Judging by modern standards, it seemed to be slightly over thirty-eight degrees.

She then felt his pulse, asked him to open up to check his throat, and finally her expression grew somewhat serious.

"What’s wrong?" Lin Ping’er asked, trembling in fear, while beside her, Nanny Zhang fell to her knees with a thud, sobbing, "It’s this old servant’s fault for not taking good care of the young master. This servant deserves a thousand deaths!"

Bai Ruozhu quickly said, "What are you all thinking? Dengdeng is having an allergic reaction, which is causing the fever and discomfort. He’ll be better in a few days."

Having said this, she looked at Jiang Yichun, signaling him to check on the child as well.

Jiang Yichun held his son in his arms, heartbrokenly examining him, then also said, "He’s having an allergic reaction, though I’m unsure what caused it. It might be pollen or food."

"Quickly! Quickly, recount what Dengdeng ate today, what he handled," Lin Ping’er called out.

Bai Ruozhu helped Nanny Zhang to her feet, saying, "Children can have allergies to anything—it’s not Nanny’s fault. We need you to recall what Dengdeng ate or came into contact with, not just today but starting from yesterday morning. The more detailed, the better."

Nanny Zhang, filled with gratitude and guilt, said, "Thank you, madam, for not blaming this old servant. I’ll think it over carefully and write a thorough account."

"Good, thank you, Nanny."

Meanwhile, Dengdeng began to cry out irritably, "I don’t want dad; I want mom to hold me. I want mom to hold me!"

Bai Ruozhu hurried over to take Dengdeng from Jiang Yichun, holding him tenderly. Children are like this—usually, they might love playing with dad, but when sick and uncomfortable, it’s mostly their mom they lean on.

Beside them, Jiang Yichun felt a pang of sourness in his heart; his son had cast him aside.

"Mother, don’t worry too much. You should rest a bit. I’ll put Dengdeng to sleep for a while," Bai Ruozhu said to Lin Ping’er.

Lin Ping’er nodded immediately, saying, "Alright, then I’ll go back to the main house first. If you need anyone during the night, just call me. When children are sick, nights are when they feel the worst."

"Okay, I know," Bai Ruozhu said, though there were enough servants in the yard to attend to everything without the older folks having to stay up all night.

Once Lin Ping’er and Nanny Zhang left, Jiang Yichun leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Did you think of something just now?"

Bai Ruozhu shook her head, "Nothing, just that I’m probably being too suspicious. It’s only that Dengdeng’s always been healthy, never had allergies from a young age, so how did he suddenly develop one? Allergies in children, if they have them, are more apparent the younger they are."

She herself possessed a type of poison that could easily make someone allergic, so she was somewhat doubtful. However, she checked and found no traces of poison had been used on Dengdeng.

"I’m also a bit worried; it seems we need to deploy more people," Jiang Yichun said in a low tone.

At that moment, Little Dengdeng began to throw a tantrum, pulling his mother’s face towards his direction.

"Mom, look at me and talk to me."

Bai Ruozhu suddenly felt like laughing; her son was sick but also acting spoiled, seeking favor, and was unhappy that his parents were talking and neglecting him.

"Alright, alright, mom will only look at you, won’t look at anyone else," she said and added, "Ask your dad to get some medicine for treating allergies so you can get better quickly."

Jiang Yichun reluctantly stood up and walked outside, realizing that his son was ill and totally uninterested in him.

"Achun, make sure the formula is mild; the child is too young," Bai Ruozhu reminded.

"Alright," he replied with a muffled voice as he went out.

Bai Ruozhu suppressed her laughter as she said, "Darling son, you were too harsh on your dad just now; he’s quite hurt."

Little Dengdeng slowly quieted down, with a pout on his face like a bun, and softly said, "I don’t want dad to be hurt. Shall we go find dad?"

Saying this, he struggled to get up. Normally bright and sensible, he was just fussy because he felt unwell. Yet as soon as he finished pouting, he regretted it.

Bai Ruozhu hurriedly pulled him back, saying, "Your dad doesn’t allow you to run around; you should stay put and apologize when he returns."

"Alright, I’ll tell dad not to be mad at me; I’m just feeling unwell," he said and began to cry again with grievance.

Bai Ruozhu compassionately held Dengdeng close, softly saying, "Don’t cry, don’t cry, wherever you feel uncomfortable, mom will blow it away."

Little Dengdeng choked with sobs, saying, "Everywhere feels uncomfortable."

And that’s how allergies are—everything feels uncomfortable, aching, itching, and sometimes even weak and weary.

When Jiang Yichun hurried back, Little Dengdeng was already asleep.

He hesitated with the medicine in hand, asking, "Should we wake up our son?"

"Just put it down and heat it up when he wakes; let him sleep a bit more. His body can also adapt," Bai Ruozhu replied.

Jiang Yichun rested the medicine, lowering his voice, "While boiling the medicine, I made inquiries and heard no suspicious incidents. You think Dou Yun entered, and then there are constant incidents—could it be her causing trouble?"

"The people watching her didn’t find anything unusual; how could she cause trouble? Moreover, if she had that ability, she wouldn’t have been in such a state before, would she?" Bai Ruozhu replied.

Jiang Yichun frowned, wondering if it was just a coincidence.

After a while, Nanny Zhang brought several sheets of paper; the couple glanced through them. They recorded in detail the events of the past day and today, including what Dengdeng ate, played with, wore, where he went, and whom he interacted with—so meticulously detailed that Bai Ruozhu couldn’t help but thank Nanny Zhang again.

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