The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu's mind buzzed, and she took off her apron and ran out, calling the restaurant owner to ask for leave while riding her bike. When she hurried back home, Aunt Wu was already waiting downstairs with Xiao Zhiliao in her arms.

"It was our little treasure who found out. He said that my little brother's face was very red. I thought he was fine at noon, how come he suddenly had a fever like this..."

Wen Qiu ran over and saw that Xiao Zhiliao was covered tightly, his cheeks were frighteningly red, and he had difficulty breathing. He touched Xiao Zhiliao's forehead with his hand, and he shrank as soon as he touched it, and he was extremely panicked.

"I'll take a taxi right away and go to the hospital..." Wen Qiu took out his cell phone, his fingers shaking uncontrollably, and he failed to press the unlock password correctly several times.

"Oh, why take a taxi? The roads are so congested at this time!" Aunt Wu yelled upstairs, "Old man, come down!"

Mr. Wu, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stuck his head out of the window and said, "Here they come!"

Uncle Wu has an electric tricycle, which he usually uses for transporting goods. Wen Qiu held Xiao Zhiliao in his arms and sat on it with Aunt Wu. The tricycle sped away with a buzzing sound, and the cold raindrops flew into the ceiling and sprinkled on his face. Wen Qiu was numb and had no feeling. His head was buzzing, and he could only see the busy traffic outside flowing into thousands of lines in the rain.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Aunt Wu was so anxious that she kept urging. The tricycle stumbled on the road and she kept scolding anxiously, "Slow down! I'm in a hurry to reincarnate! You've shaken my soul out!"

Uncle Wu drove forward silently, like an old donkey that had worked hard for thirty years. The rain soaked his white hair and the cigarette in his mouth.

Wen Qiu seemed to be a little awakened by the scolding. He untied the tightly wrapped clothes and put his cold hands on Xiao Zhiliao's forehead to cool him down. Aunt Wu shouted, "Hey, don't get cold, wrap yourself up quickly!"

"No, you can't cover a child with a fever..."

"What do you know? I raised two generations of your family. Listen to your aunt!"

"No..." Wen Qiu curled up and hugged Xiao Zhi tightly.

Aunt Wu was used to taking care of the child at home, so she immediately wanted to take the child away. However, when she saw Wen Qiu's appearance, she couldn't bring herself to do it - his face was pale and covered in sweat, his lips were bloodless, and he couldn't stop shaking all over, as if he was seriously ill.

"Xiao Wen, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts..." Wen Qiu said weakly, holding his stomach tightly.

"Good boy, don't fall down... Old man, hurry up!"

The tricycle drove all the way to the Children's Hospital. Aunt Wu held Xiao Zhiliao, and Uncle Wu supported Wen Qiu, and they stumbled into the emergency room.

When he pushed open the door, Wen Qiu's heart sank. He saw that the emergency hall was crowded with people. There were anxious parents everywhere with their sick children. The sounds of noise, coughing, and crying were endless.

Wen Qiu had to queue up to get a number, so he had no choice but to stand at the end of the long line. He heard the mothers in front of him chatting about the recent flu outbreak, and nearly half of the children in a kindergarten class were infected, but he took Xiao Zhiliao out for a walk without even knowing to wear a mask.

Aunt Wu used her superb social skills to chat with the mothers in front of her, then asked for a few masks, gave one to Wen Qiu and Uncle Wu, and then put one on Xiao Zhile. It was an adult mask, which immediately covered most of Xiao Zhile's face, leaving only a red forehead covered with sweat.

Wen Qiu gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. He would rather endure the pain for the child a thousand times more than waiting in this long queue, worried.

The team moved forward little by little, and it was finally their turn. Suddenly, a couple came running up from behind, panicking and sweating. The sturdy father of Alpha squeezed into the team at once, and the mother holding the child apologized repeatedly: "I'm so sorry! The child is very sick, please make way..."

The child must have a cold as well, coughing softly and sickly in his mother's arms.

Wen Qiu was pushed back by Alpha and immediately went up to grab the man's arm, "No, I didn't agree..."

The father was so anxious that he lost his mind. He threw his arms back and shouted in despair: "Can't you see that my child is dying of illness?!"

For such a strong Alpha, Wen Qiu was as light as a piece of paper, but this time he failed to push him. Wen Qiu's hands were shaking, and he was overwhelmed by a sudden anger. He pushed the father with all his strength and yelled, "Why did you cut in line?
"All the kids here are sick! Everyone is waiting in line! Who are you to cut in line?!"

No one expected him to burst out with such a loud voice, and the entire emergency room fell into silence in an instant. The couple who cut in line immediately became the target of public criticism, and the people behind them also began to blame them. The nurse hurried over to mediate.

The couple had no choice but to go to the back of the line. Before leaving, the father glared at him fiercely, and Wen Qiu saw that his eyes were bloodshot. But he was not afraid at all, because he knew that his eyes must be red and his face must be ferocious, like a lion guarding its cubs.

They successfully got a number, but upon asking, they found out they would have to wait at least two hours to see the doctor.

Wen Qiu said nothing, but wiped his face with his hands. There was no seat to sit on, so he found a step and sat down, holding his stomach and curled up.

Aunt Wu held the child in her arms, extremely worried: "Why don't you go check your stomach first? We're already in the hospital anyway. I'll let the old man take care of it here. The nurse said we have to wait at least two hours!"

Wen Qiu shook his head. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt as much as before. Look, I still have the energy to argue with others."

"You don't look like you're alright! Listen to auntie, go check it out, it won't cost much."

Wen Qiu was very stubborn: "I just haven't had a good appetite recently, and I didn't eat well. Plus, I was too nervous just now, so I had a stomachache. This is an old problem, I know it."

Aunt Wu looked at him and couldn't bear to say, "How could he have a poor appetite? It was obviously because his family was too poor to afford food, and he was not getting enough nutrition at his growing age."

You are still a child who has not grown up, but you have to raise a younger child. It is really a sin.

At this time, she heard Qiu talking to herself: "If I had known there were so many people here, I would have gone to a private hospital. It's a little more expensive, but at least I don't have to wait in such a long line..." They waited for two hours. The doctor looked exhausted and seemed to be overdrawn to the extreme. The diagnosis was made very quickly. It was indeed the flu, and the fever was 39.1 degrees. The doctor arranged for an IV drip and prescribed some antipyretic drugs.

While the drip was on, Wen Qiu sat on a chair holding Xiao Zhiliao, silently watching the liquid medicine flowing in the hose. Viral colds are not serious diseases, and the doctor said that it would be completely cured in two or three days, but he will never forget how nervous he was when he was holding the burning child on the tricycle, and how tormented he was when he was helplessly waiting in the hall.

Even Aunt Wu felt that this child was a burden to his life, but only he knew that the little cicada was a pillar in his heart, supporting his shaky soul. Even if he thought of death a thousand times, he would think of the child's tender little hands and smile ten thousand times more.

He was unfortunately born into this world because of his own selfish desires and desires, this poor little life.

The cost of this visit was not very high, and he paid for it with medical insurance and Huabei. But he had thought it through and decided to buy several insurance policies for his children, so that he would be able to cope with the disease when it really came.

"How long will it take for this disease to heal?" Aunt Wu turned around and said, "I heard that high fevers are prone to recurring, and you need someone to be by your side..."

"I will take a leave." Wen Qiu raised his eyes tiredly, "Thank you so much for today."

"If you really want to thank me, then listen to what I say." Aunt Wu sat down next to him. "It's okay if it's just a minor illness today, but if it gets a serious illness or the child gets hurt, how will you take care of it? Not to mention that when the child grows up and goes to kindergarten, the cheapest one will cost one or two thousand a month. When he goes to elementary school, are you going to let him go to kindergarten? Have you considered all these things?"

Wen Qiu lowered his head and said nothing. When he enthusiastically welcomed the child, these troubles never visited his heart. He used to be so young and naive, always thinking that there were no difficulties in the world that could not be overcome, and that love could make up for everything.

So now that he had been taught a lesson by reality, he could only look at the mess on the ground, speechless.

"I shouldn't say this, but I see you don't have any elders to take care of you." Aunt Wu kept on nagging, "What's going on between you and your man? Even if you got pregnant accidentally, would he really have the heart to ignore you? He's worse than an animal, leaving your child to an immature omega..."

"It has nothing to do with him," Wen Qiu said stubbornly, "This is my own child."

"Then you have to think carefully about your child's future. In my opinion, you should just not let him go to school. Look, my son went to work in a factory after graduating from technical secondary school. Now he has been promoted to workshop director and can support his wife and children. I know it's not easy to get into Jiangnan University, but in your current situation, how can you take care of studying, making money, and raising children? Children only grow up once. Since you are going to raise him, you must raise him well..."

Wen Qiu nodded slowly. He had thought about taking a year off from school to save some money, but when he thought about the various expenses that Xiao Zhi would have to go to school, as well as the possible expenses for illness and various accidents, it was not something that he could cover by working for one or two years.

These were obviously imminent practical problems, but he had been like an ostrich, not thinking about them. Until now, sitting in the hospital, he realized that he could no longer escape.

"Have you thought it through?" Aunt Wu was almost dying of worry for him.

“I understand all this…” Wen Qiu hugged his head, pulling his hair, his voice numb and tired, “I will make money.”

Of course, the method of making money must never be told to Aunt Wu, as she would not accept it.

As for whether he could accept it, Wen Qiu no longer cared. When he came to the hospital just now, what he was most worried about was not Xiao Zhiliao's condition, but whether the little money in his pocket could afford the treatment fee. He was so worried that he had stomach cramps.

The feeling of helplessness and anxiety overwhelmingly destroyed the wall in his heart. There were some things he didn't want to hold on to anymore.

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Fortunately, the next day, Xiao Zhiliao's fever subsided, and Wen Qiu went back to class, but he was distracted the whole day. When Jiang Mingxin came to him for dinner during the day, he almost fell down while walking.

"Are you sleepwalking?"

"…It's okay, just a little hypoglycemia."

"Here, chocolate." Jiang Mingxin peeled a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked worriedly, "Did something happen to you? You don't look well recently."

"I'm fine." The sweet chocolate melted in his mouth. Wen Qiu held it in his mouth for a long time, reluctantly, until the sweetness was buried between his lips and teeth.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Jiang Mingxin ate for a while and couldn't help asking, "Why are you only eating a little? Are you crazy?"

"It's fasting." Wen Qiu put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Uneducated thing."

Jiang Mingxin laughed heartlessly: "Hahahaha, butt, that's what I want..."

"But you really need to eat more, otherwise the places where you should grow meat will shrink." Then he did not forget to get to the point and patted Wen Qiu's shoulder, "We OMEGAs need to have a more perky butt."

When Wen Qiu heard his high talk about buttocks, his stomach, which was already aching, lost its appetite even more.

After class, he leaned on his bicycle and edited a message: "Are you free in the evening? I'll come to see you."

About half an hour later, he received a reply, the content of which was also very simple, just a time and an address.

He just sat there staring at his phone waiting foolishly for half an hour. Wen Qiu patted his cheek and let out a long breath.

At least I got a response, at least he was still interested in me.

Tonight he will sell himself to Pei Du for a good price.

(End of this chapter)