Chapter 559: Chapter 559: Can Only Express by Crying_1 Chapter 559: Chapter 559: Can Only Express by Crying_1 The milk is human milk, expressed by the wet nurse. An Jing’s first birth of four sons greatly depleted her vitality, so she had no milk of her own and could only hire a wet nurse. However, Xiao Changyi did not like the idea of a wet nurse holding his children and nursing them, so the milk was first expressed by the wet nurse and then fed to the four children by Xiao Changyi.
An Yiyun, who had originally been held quietly in An Jing’s arms without crying, began to wail loudly the mont she slled the dicine. Even though she did not understand anything yet, every ti she slled the dicine it ant it was for her to drink, a practice that had continued for several days. Unable to speak or express herself properly, all she could do was cry.
But because of her poor health, even her intense crying could not last long, and she soon could only sob intermittently, gasping for breath in a weak and pitiable state.
An Jing watched her youngest son struggle for breath, his small face covered with tear marks and his tiny eyes still brimming with tears, and her heart ached unbearably in an instant.
Her son was only a few days old, yet he had to take dicine every day. Now, he had reached the point of crying at just the sll of it, which showed how much he disliked taking dicine.
And she, she was heartbroken.
Extrely heartbroken.
“Husband, this dicine… Can Yun Er not take it?” An Jing’s voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes were beginning to redden.
Xiao Changyi’s heart was also heavy, knowing his son had to take dicine from birth and might have to for his whole life. How could he not be affected? This was his child, his and her child.
He sighed softly before saying, “If he doesn’t take it, his health will beco even worse.”
Hearing this, An Jing reluctantly steeled herself and passed her son, An Yiyun, who no longer had the strength to cry, to Xiao Changyi.
Feeding such young son dicine was sothing An Jing found truly unbearable. She could be incredibly stern when she needed to be, but she could not control her tenderness. After all, this was her son, whom she had carried for ten months and given birth to; she really couldn’t bring herself to feed her tiny son dicine.
Therefore, the task of giving dicine was always left to her husband.
She couldn’t even bear to watch, afraid that the sight of her son’s suffering while taking dicine would compel her to knock over the dicinal bowl in protest.
While Xiao Changyi was feeding An Yiyun the dicine, An Jing was nursing the other three children. She tried to distract herself with this so she wouldn’t have to think about her youngest son taking his dicine, but the weak cries of An Yiyun still reached her ears, one after another, striking her nerves.
It was like the past few days, when feeding her youngest son dicine beca the most painful ti of the day for her.
An Yiyun was reluctant to take the dicine, and being such a small child, Xiao Changyi would not force it, but instead fed it drop by drop into An Yiyun’s mouth, making it impossible for him to spit it back out.
An Yiyun’s little face contorted in bitterness, wanting to cry but lacking the strength to do so, leaving him only to whimper continuously, looking extrely pitiful and heart-rending.
Yet, Xiao Changyi wanted his child to live. Despite the wrenching of his heart, he forced himself to continue, drop by drop.
The small bowl of dicine was not much; an adult could drink it in two sips, but it took Xiao Changyi nearly half an hour to get An Yiyun to swallow it all.
Once the dicine was fully administered, Xiao Changyi quickly gave An Yiyun a sip of sugar water to neutralize the bitterness with a sweet taste. An Yiyun’s twisted face finally eased a bit and did not look as pitiable as when he was being dicated.
anwhile, An Jing had already finished nursing the other three children and was sitting with her back to An Yiyun. Even though An Yiyun was no longer whimpering, she could not bear to turn around and look.
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