"Stay in hospital? I told you not to go, but you had to. Once you're in the hospital, you think the doctors won't make you spend a bit of money and just let you come back like that? Hurry back and bring him home, wrap him up in a quilt until he sweats it out, and he'll be fine..."
Some old folks agree with this method; after all, it's what they did back in their day.
But the younger wives, they don't agree at all.
If he's sick enough to be hospitalized, why would he go back home?
Don't they realize a fever is serious? If it's not handled properly, it could fry his brain.
But at that moment, they couldn't voice their opinions because Aunt Sun was quite intimidating.
Chang Ying was especially angry, "Mother, covering him with a quilt while he has a fever—that would make Xiao Yu an idiot, wouldn't it?"
Mrs. Sun was furious, "Pah, pah, pah... What kind of a mother are you, cursing your own daughter like that? Didn't we always deal with kid's fevers like this in the past?"
