"What's going on?"
Little Yichen was stunned as his mother and father nervously stepped forward. In the confusion of the moment, it was his sharp eyes that caught sight of the painkiller on the bedside table. "Don't tell me his stomach is acting up."
"He looks pale. Could he be low on blood sugar?" Yun Shishi added, "After all, he hasn't eaten all day. Maybe he's hypoglycemic."
Little Yichen couldn't care less. He leaned over slightly, wrapped his hands around the back of Gong Fan's neck and the bend of his knees, and lifted him up.
"Let's take him to the hospital!" The boy hurried out the door as he spoke. Even though he was also shocked, he immediately made a decision amidst the confusion.
The couple exchanged a glance and immediately headed for the garage…
…
In the hospital.
