The little darling's high fever was too severe so the doctor did not recommend lowering the temperature through external means. Instead, he recommended the use of an intravenous drip.
The little darling was so small that they had to put the IV in his forehead. Shui Anluo tried to hug him tightly but the little darling was crying so hard that she could not hold him at all.
Chu Ningyi sat beside the bed and reached out to hold the baby's writhing little body. At this moment, the nurses have prepared the injection and were waiting for the little darling to quiet down before giving him a shot.
The little darling wailed and Shui Anluo began to sob as well. Chu Ningyi felt his headache grow at the sight of the mother and son.
He already dislikes noisy atmospheres but with these two, Chu Ningyi could only sooth himself internally once again. 'I can't scold my wife. After all, I had chosen her myself. I can't scold my son, I had conceived him after all.'
