1377: C1377 Separation

C1377 Separation

"Yes, ma'am."

The doctor pointed at the acne on Nianxue's arm and neck and said, "This acne is very contagious. If it was a child who had it before, then it would be fine. He would not get sick even if he came into contact with it."

"But if it is a child who has never been infected, as long as you come into close contact with it, the acne will be infected. This is the first time your daughter has been infected. She must have come into contact with the source of the infection."

The source of the infection.

Xue Xue'er looked at Nianxue with a serious expression.

"Have you ever seen anyone with red lumps on their body?"

"Yes, and a lot of them. But the red lumps on her body are not that itchy. She said that it was nothing. That's why I played with her. Mommy, am I wrong?"

Nianxue carefully asked and her voice was very low. How could Xue Xue'er bear to punish and blame her? She quickly picked her up and gently kissed her lips.

"No, it is not you. It is that child's problem."

"Madam, it seems like she was infected by her classmates."

The doctor also understood and said to Xue Xue'er, "Before your daughter's illness is completely controlled, please isolate her first. Don't let her come into contact with others."

"Okay."

Xue Xue'er's face was serious.

If Nianxue had been sick before, she would not have to worry about it after that. However, it was very troublesome to treat these acne. It would be very uncomfortable if one could not touch it and scratch it.

Even if one applied ointment on it, it would still be very itchy.

To Nianxue, this was a form of torture.

What was more troublesome was that Jiaze had never gotten pimples before. If the two little ones were together, Jiaze would be infected as well.

Xue Xue'er thought for a while and decided to call Ouyang Qing'an.

When he heard that Nianxue got pimples, he was so anxious that he wanted to throw away his phone and come here.

"Don't come over."

Seeing Ouyang Qing'an say so, Xue Xue'er said to him seriously, "Nianxue is currently in isolation treatment. If you come, also, you have to stay at home to take care of Jiaze. You have been sick before and are not afraid of infection, but Jiaze cannot. He has to be careful too."

Hearing Xue Xue'er's words, Ouyang Qing'an finally calmed down.

That's right.

Jiaze was also in school. He was fine, but he still had to be careful.

"Then I'll take care of him. Don't worry."

Ouyang Qing'an agreed. Xue Xue'er heaved a sigh of relief and hung up the phone gently.

She rubbed Nianxue's hair and comforted her softly.

"Don't be afraid. Mommy is by your side. You can stay in the hospital first. I have applied for leave from your school. Your teacher will also give you supplementary lessons later."

"Okay."

Nianxue nodded obediently.

Actually, she was not afraid of her homework falling behind. At least Zhou Jinyan was still there.2

For a few days, Nianxue did not go to school. Occasionally, she would call Hee Yiming and Lin Qing with Xue Xue'er, but she would only obediently not mention the matter of the pimples.

That afternoon, Zhou Jinyan put down his chopsticks and looked at Hee Yiming.

"Mom, I haven't seen Nianxue for a few days."

Hearing her son's words, Hee Yiming shrugged her shoulders.

"The little girl is suffering now. She needs to treat acne in the hospital, but she doesn't want us to tell you that if there are too many acne prints, she will become ugly and don't want you to know."

No wonder Nianxue would avoid him, even her mother wouldn't tell him.

"I will be worried about this?"

Zhou Jinyan pretended to be angry and looked at Hee Yiming.

"Alright, that's what Nianxue meant. If you are worried about her, you can go and take a look, but don't let her see you. When that time comes, she will be angry with us again."

Hee Yiming smiled kindly.

She did not take Nianxue's acne to heart. That little girl was white and tender, and she was already pretty. Moreover, Xue Xue'er would also take care of her, so she would definitely take good care of her.

Nianxue not letting Zhou Jinyan know was just the little girl's own thoughts.

"Then what about the notes I arranged for her?"

Zhou Jinyan looked at the notes in his hand and was a little worried.

He knew that Nianxue did not go to class, so he went to look at her lessons and organized the notes to give to her.

"Stupid, don't tell me you won't call Aunt Xue'er?"

Hee Yiming smiled.

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