The waitress was scolded by him until she was completely confused, "She... she asked me where the hospital was, and I... I just told her..."
"What’s wrong with her?"
"She’s fine, it’s the child... seems to be sick. I saw her holding the child... ah..."
The man’s palm tightened, and the waitress felt like her arm was about to break, uncontrollably crying out in alarm.
Pulling her in front of him, Huangfu Jue, with narrowed blue eyes, demanded.
"It’s... it’s the one in town... next to the church..."
Letting her go, Huangfu Jue turned and ran towards the exit.
When Will ran out, he had already gracefully leaped over the road’s median barrier, heading towards the church with its pointed spire.
He had already seen the electronic map and vaguely remembered the layout of this area; the hospital mentioned by the waitress should be the church hospital next to the church.
Holding an umbrella, Huangfu Qi reached the street corner just in time to see his older brother dash across the road like lightning, and upon seeing Will also rushing over, he realized something was wrong and immediately called out loudly.
Huangfu Jue, anxious about Gan Tang, was in no mood to pay attention to him. With the sound of the rain, he hadn’t heard Huangfu Qi’s question and simply ran full speed towards the hospital.
His high-end custom shoes splashed through the puddles on the road, sending water spraying in every direction.
Sensing trouble, Huangfu Qi gripped the handle of his umbrella tightly.
"Notify the pilot immediately; tell him to bring the helicopter over."
After giving the instruction, he took long strides onto the road, transforming into a completely different state.
If the man was a lion lazily basking in the sun on the grass just moments ago, then now, he had become a leopard fiercely chasing after its prey.
In the hospital, the emergency ward.
The nurse carefully removed the IV needle from Gan Tang’s hand and looked up at the little fellow’s calm demeanor, smiling in approval.
"Well done, what a little braveheart. Now, let’s check your temperature."
The nurse took the thermometer, and the little guy willingly opened his small mouth to embrace the probe. After several trips to the bathroom and vomiting twice, his current state, both mentally and physically, wasn’t very good.
But compared to the pallor of his little face earlier, he was much improved now.
After a moment, the nurse took out the thermometer and glanced at the reading.
"It’s back to normal temperature now."
The doctor looked at the reading and smiled gently at Gan Tang, "Have a good sleep, and you should start feeling better by tomorrow morning."
Gan Tang nodded slightly; despite feeling unwell, he remembered to thank the doctor.
"Doctor." Gan Yuan stood up, holding her son’s small hand, "Can he eat something?"
"He can have a bit of easily digestible liquid food. Do pay attention to hygiene, and he should eat smaller, more frequent meals. His gut flora hasn’t recovered yet; eating too much could cause indigestion and be detrimental to his condition." After advising on some important matters, the doctor left the ward.
Bending down, Gan Yuan’s palm gently stroked the little guy’s soft hair, frowning with concern.
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
The little guy shook his head.
She lifted the corners of her mouth slightly, and with an open hand, caressed his small face.
"Are you hungry? Tell Mommy, what would you like to eat?"
"Jenny grandma’s porridge."
Jenny was an Asian cook specially hired by Huangfu Jue, and she was best at making homestyle dishes. Not just Gan Tang, even Gan Yuan enjoyed the Chinese food she made.