"Don't use the fan just because it's hot."
Zhao Xinxin knew and wore a hat yesterday, and she put on socks, long sleeves, and trousers.
"I'm much better off than Sister-in-law Lanhua. When she gave birth to Little Candy, it was August. Mine is September, and now it's cooler."
"That's true, but your Sister-in-law Lanhua still listened. I told her to wear a hat and socks, long sleeves, and trousers. She stayed in bed, even if she needed a bath, she could only wipe her body with hot water, but couldn't wash her head. When she finished her confinement, she said her whole body smelled sour."
Zhao Xinxin was glad that the weather was cooling down, with National Day approaching, and it was getting colder every day. Wearing a hat and socks wouldn't be too hot for her.
"Just bear with it; once you're discharged, you still need to get up and walk around for the lochia to clear out quickly."
Little Aunt Zhao had consulted the doctor, and that's what the doctor said.
