At around nine o 'clock in the evening, a nurse came to the nursing area to wake up Han Yan.
Han Yan felt sore all over his body. He had not been lying down for long, and he was too tired. He quickly went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.
When he arrived, the nurse had already prepared everything. Han Yan was still a little worried. He reached his hand to test the temperature of the water. The nurse slapped the back of his hand and smiled. "Don't touch. Your hand hasn't been disinfected yet."
Han Yan smiled and said, "I'm just worried that the water is too hot."
The nurse glared at him. "Do you know what the right temperature is?"
"Uh …" Han Yan could not answer.
"If you don't know, what if you bring in germs? When bathing a newborn baby, the water temperature should be within the range of 37 to 42 degrees. You have to know that a newborn baby's skin is very delicate. You have to be careful in the future. "
Han Yan nodded repeatedly. If he did not understand, he had to ask. If he did not understand, he had to learn.
The nurse first took a soft towel and gently wiped the baby's face. Her movements were so gentle that it was as if she was wiping a priceless Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain. Han Yan was full of admiration.
"You have to be careful. When you wash, just wipe gently. Don't rub too hard. The baby's skin is not as rough as you rough men."
After the nurse rubbed the baby's ears, she took a small cotton ball from the plate next to her and wiped the baby's ears, eyes, and nostrils. Han Yan was speechless. There were so many things to pay attention to.
At this time, the nurse took off the baby's swaddling clothes. She first picked up a wet towel and wiped the baby's little butt with soap. At this time, the baby was a little uneasy and began to struggle in the direction of Han Yan.
"Han Yan, stand closer. Let the baby see you so that she can be at ease."
Han Yan hurriedly squatted and softly coaxed, "Baby, don't be afraid. Daddy is here."
After a while, the baby finally calmed down. The nurse gently let her sit in the water. She supported her with one hand and used the other to wash the bubbles off her body.
"Go back and bathe the child. Be careful not to buy any body wash that contains fragrance or soap. Rinse thoroughly before bathing."
After rinsing off the soap on his body, it was time to wash his hair. The nurse held the baby's head with one hand and gently stroked her head with the other. Han Yan was scared out of his wits. He stretched out his arms slightly, afraid that the nurse would accidentally lose her grip.
After the nurse finished bathing, she carried the baby out and immediately wrapped her in a dry bath towel. She carefully dried her body and then put on the baby clothes brought by Han Yan.
The nurse reminded him, "The baby needs to bathe every day. Today is a little special. Try to bathe her during the day. But be careful, don't bathe her immediately after feeding. It's best to wait for an hour or two." Han Yan, who was like a good student, carefully memorized everything.
After the bath, the nurse took the baby to get more milk. When they returned, the baby was full and fell asleep again. The nurse patted Han Yan, who was standing outside the window and watching, and said, "What's wrong? Haven't you seen enough? "
"How can I have seen enough? You see, the baby looks very good when she's sleeping." Han Yan pointed at the baby and smiled.
"You'll see more in the future. Why don't you take the opportunity to sleep for a while? Don't forget that you have to wake up every three hours to feed her tonight! " The nurse was speechless at the guy who was obsessed with the role of a father. She comforted him and said, "Go to sleep. Look at your bloodshot eyes. Don't worry, the nurse on duty will wake you up at night."
Han Yan didn't insist and returned to his bed. Perhaps he was really too tired. As soon as Han Yan's head touched the pillow, an indescribable tiredness hit his heart, and then he fell asleep.
Dreams were always strange and colorful, but this time, Han Yan actually saw a dancing figure in his dream. He felt that his consciousness was clearer now, and he clearly knew that he was dreaming. It wasn't as chaotic as before. Although she couldn't clearly see what the figure looked like, Han Yan felt that the graceful movements were very familiar. The movements involved moving forward, retreating, looking to the right, looking to the left, and looking to the center. From the feet to the waist, from the arms to the back, the strength was smooth and vigorous. It seemed to be very similar to the diagrams in Zhang SanFeng's internal cultivation technique. The only difference was that the diagrams in the diagrams were broken down, while the one in the Dream Realm was coherent and could move.
As Han Yan's consciousness focused, the figure's movements became very slow, like a slow-motion movie. In this way, Han Yan felt that his understanding of movements was deeper.
At this time, an old voice suddenly sounded. It seemed to come from all directions, but also like an echo in an empty valley. It felt like a Daoist priest was giving a sermon.
"Before Tai Chi, it was originally Wuji …
The two Qis are Yin and Yang. Yin is quiet and Yang moves. Heaven and Earth are divided into clear and turbid, clear and floating turbid, clear and high and turbid …
The vitality of a man depends on his Qi. Clear and floating, no different from going to heaven. Condensed and restrained, no different from going to the ground. The intersection of Qi and blood was like a Tai Chi … "
What the old man was reciting was the contents of the memory cultivation method. At first, Han Yan was completely unable to comprehend the true meaning behind it. But now, through the old man's voice, it was as if he was suddenly enlightened.
Immediately, Han Yan sat down cross-legged and gathered his Qi. He, Shh, Huff, Hiss, Blow, Hee, Hee, Shh … He meditated for thirty-six cycles of breathing. Then, with his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he rinsed his mouth with saliva …
Unknowingly, the old man's voice gradually stopped, and the black figure also disappeared into the darkness. Slowly, Han Yan's consciousness faded, but he was still meditating in the sea of consciousness. If someone outside paid attention to Han Yan's sleeping situation, they would be surprised to find that Han Yan's breathing was different from that of ordinary people. The length of his breathing was alternating between deep and long breaths at a special frequency. And the muscles of Han Yan's body were at the same frequency as his breathing, trembling slightly at an extent that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
At night, a nurse pushed open the door and walked towards Han Yan's bed. Just as she was about to wake him up, Han Yan felt something and opened his eyes.
"Little Han," the nurse saw that he was awake and said softly, "It's time to feed the baby. Bring the milk and come with me."
Han Yan quickly nodded and quietly took out the bottle, nipple, and milk powder that he bought in the afternoon from the cabinet. When he walked out with the nurse, he was surprised to find that he was very energetic, as if he had slept for a whole day.
He looked at his watch. That's not right. I only slept for three hours. Han Yan secretly thought, Is it the benefit of meditating in the dream? The effect is very good! It seems that this skill in my memory is not ordinary!
After washing up, Han Yan followed the nurse into a room.
"This bottle and nipple need to be disinfected first," the nurse said.
He saw that she boiled a pot of water, and after the water boiled for a while, she used a small tweezer to put the nipple and bottle into the water. Han Yan noticed that in order to prevent the bottle from floating, the nurse tilted it and filled it with water. After three minutes, the nurse first took out the nipple, filtered the water, and put it on the tray next to her. After another two minutes, she also took out the bottle, filtered the water, and put it next to the nipple to cool down.
The nurse picked up the milk powder that Han Yan brought, looked at the introduction, and said to Han Yan, "For this milk powder, add two spoonfuls at a time."
After the bottle cooled down, she poured forty milliliters of water from the kettle and explained, "The water used to make the milk powder needs to be about forty to fifty degrees Celsius. Pay attention in the future. If you're worried that you can't feel it correctly, it's best to use a thermometer. For the first time, pour in two-thirds of the water. "
The nurse used a spoon to scoop two spoonfuls of milk powder into the bottle, closed it tightly, and shook it vigorously.
"At this time, add the rest of the water." She poured in another twenty milliliters of hot water and shook it evenly.
"You can't give it to the child now. It has to be a little cooler."
After a while, the nurse touched the bottle, and then dripped a drop from it on her hand. She said, "It's about the same temperature, about thirty degrees. Try it." She also dripped a drop on Han Yan's hand, smiled, and said, "You can try it too."
Han Yan blushed and tasted it. It was too little, and he didn't feel any taste.
The two of them walked to the ward where the baby was. The other children in the ward were brought to their mothers' side at night, and it was particularly quiet at this time.
As if she felt that there was something delicious, the baby opened her little round eyes and made a sound from her mouth.
The nurse was a little surprised and said, "Your child is very obedient today. You know that children cry a lot when they're hungry at night."
Han Yan said a little proudly, "My baby won't cry as long as her father is here!"
The nurse smiled and said, "The baby is so affectionate with you."
Han Yan was very happy to hear that.
The nurse wrapped the baby in a small blanket and carried her out. She picked up the bottle with her left hand and fed it to her.
Han Yan looked at it with envy and whispered, "Nurse, let me try it, let me try it."
The nurse smiled and very gently pulled the tightly held pacifier out of the baby's mouth. She first handed the baby, who was making a sound of dissatisfaction, to Han Yan's arms, then held the bottle and said to Han Yan, "You have to be careful when you feed her. The bottle has to be tilted like this, or there will be air in the mouth."
Taking the bottle, Han Yan followed the nurse's instructions and put the pacifier to the baby's mouth. He said gently, "Baby, it's time to drink milk. Quickly open your mouth."
The baby was very obedient. She opened her mouth and sucked in the pacifier. With milk to drink, her thin eyebrows also relaxed. Han Yan saw that as the baby sucked and swallowed in small mouthfuls, her delicate nose also moved up and down. It was very cute. The baby also had a faint milky fragrance on her body. It was very pleasant to smell.
During the day, the baby's face was still wrinkled. After a day of rest and a bath at night, the baby's skin finally relaxed. Her face was no longer pale blue due to malnutrition. She looked white and tender. Her facial features were also much better. Han Yan felt that the baby's eyebrows were very similar to his childhood photos. Her nose and mouth should be similar to Wu Yue's. He didn't know if it was because a father had eyes for beauty. Anyway, Han Yan felt that the baby would definitely grow up to be a great beauty.
The baby's eyelashes fluttered as she drank the milk. Her beautiful eyes looked at Han Yan's happy face, and she was so happy that her eyes turned into crescents.
Han Yan saw it and excitedly turned to the nurse. "Nurse, look, the baby is smiling." His face was full of inconceivable happiness.
The happy time passed quickly. The baby quickly drank the milk. Looking at her tired eyes closed, Han Yan was ready to put her back on the small bed and let her continue to sleep. The nurse reached out and pulled him. "Hey, wait, it's not over yet."
It turned out that after the baby drank the milk, he had to hold her upright and pat her.
"This can let the baby breathe in air out. Otherwise, she will be easy to burp."
Under the nurse's guidance, Han Yan gently patted the baby's back. Although it was called patting, it was actually a little more than stroking. Han Yan was worried that if he moved too much, he would hurt the weak baby.
That night, Han Yan also got up once to feed the baby. Although it was more torturous, he enjoyed it.