He slept so deeply that it wasn't until the child's fever reached forty degrees that they discovered it.
The family doctor arrived quickly and examined Xiao Shumiao, giving him an injection to reduce the fever.
When the injection was administered, Xiao Shumiao woke up.
His eyes brimming with tears, he looked at Ye Xingbei, his little mouth pursed as if he was about to cry but held it back, "Mommy, it hurts."
Fearing he would move, Ye Xingbei cradled half of his body, pressed down on his little bottom, and let the doctor continue the injection, "Be good, my baby, my sweetheart has a fever, and Uncle Doctor is giving Xiao Shu an injection. It'll stop hurting once it's done."
Xiao Shumiao lay in Ye Xingbei's arms, his voice whining with a cry, "Mommy, it hurts, hurts…"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's almost over..." Ye Xingbei kissed the top of his head to soothe him, her nose felt sour, and her eyes reddened.
