Xu Xiyan walked over to the hospital bed and looked down at Ying Bao, her heart aching in her chest. She had only left her daughter for one day, and she'd become sick. Xu Xiyan felt like an incompetent mother.
Fang Xiaocheng spoke quietly, not wanting to wake the child. "She just fell asleep. She will recover soon. She was crying about a stomach ache when she got up in the morning, and after that she had diarrhea and she vomited. I was so scared. Then I called Da Zhi and we brought her to the hospital. She has acute gastroenteritis. The doctor said it's due to a bacterial infection, but it may also be that she's not accustomed to the climate here."
"Oh dear…" said Xu Xiyan. "I should've come back last night."
Xu Xiyan understood, and believed that the main cause for the illness was the climate. After all, Ying Bao had lived in Estan since she was born four years ago. The climate there was pleasant and it was not like the erratic temperatures of Peijing.
