"Dongcheng, the child has a terrible fever and has fallen into a drowsy state; we must hurry to the hospital." An exhausted Li Shiping, holding the child, ran out in desperation.
"She was sleeping soundly, why should we take her to the hospital? When I was a child, I had severe fevers and never went to the hospital. Stop making a fuss and carry the child and come with me." His cousin was getting married tomorrow, and if they ran off to the hospital now, how would he attend the wedding?
He was looking forward to stealing the spotlight at his cousin’s wedding.
"Touch her, her head is burning up. If the fever continues, it’ll fry her brain." Li Shiping was on the verge of tears. When she left, the child’s fever was subsiding. How had it become so severe in just an afternoon?
Wan Dongcheng placed his hand on the child’s head and barely touched her, "Where does it seem hot? Doesn’t everyone have a body temperature? Ice-cold is for the dead. Li Shiping, are you making excuses because you don’t want to go?"
"The child really does have a severe fever; just compare it with your own forehead." Watching Wan Dongcheng’s skeptical gaze, Li Shiping felt frantic.
"Forget it, I can tell that you just don’t want to go. Shall I go by myself?" The child’s head was indeed a bit hot, which Wan Dongcheng also felt, but if they went to the hospital, they wouldn’t be able to return to the village today, and he would miss his cousin’s wedding tomorrow.
Wan Dongcheng, determined to return, feigned ignorance and disbelief, providing a good excuse to leave the child and walk away without a care.
As he turned to leave, Li Shiping’s tears instantly flowed, and she pleaded with him while crying, "Dongcheng, if you want to go, could you first take the child to the hospital before you leave? The child’s fever is really serious; she must be taken to the hospital immediately."
"You’re insane. You’re claiming the child is sick when she isn’t. She’s just sleeping fine; I don’t get what you’re up to. I think it’s not the child who needs to see a doctor; it’s you who should have your head checked."
Wan Dongcheng glared at Li Shiping as if she were crazy and, ignoring her pleas, walked away without looking back.
"Dongcheng, Dongcheng..." Li Shiping shouted loudly after him, but he still slammed the door shut. With her loud cries, the child showed no reaction, clearly indicating a serious fever. She had to take the child to the hospital.
Remembering that He Nan and Shen Mianmian were also in this complex, she didn’t hesitate. Cradling the child, she rushed out the door.
"He Nan, He Nan, Mianmian, Mianmian..."
Shen Mianmian, who was about to take a shower, heard the anxious calling from Li Shiping at the door. She threw her change of clothes onto the sofa and ran to open the door. Seeing Li Shiping holding the child, with swollen red eyes and a look of desperation and urgency, Shen Mianmian couldn’t have imagined the usually gentle and graceful Sister Shiping being in such a state without seeing it with her own eyes.
She steadied Li Shiping, who was shaking from excessive emotion, "What’s wrong, Sister Shiping?"
"What happened?" He Nan also opened the door and, seeing Li Shiping’s condition, his expression instantly turned grim. His hair was still dripping; he had been taking a shower.
"The child, the child has a high fever. I called out to her, and she didn’t respond at all. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire, so hot it’s frightening. He Nan, Mianmian, please save her."
Because she was too panicked, Li Shiping spoke somewhat incoherently, but He Nan and Shen Mianmian still understood her meaning—the child was sick.
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He Nan turned and went back into the house.
"Sister Shiping, don’t be scared; we’ll take her to the hospital right now." Seeing her trembling and barely able to hold the child, Shen Mianmian quickly took the child from her, "Sister Shiping, let me hold the child for you! You’re too anxious; don’t risk dropping her."