After leaving the washroom with Aselia safely tucked in his arms, he gently placed her on the bed and grabbed his phone. Taking out the contact of Dr. Wanstine he dialled her. She picked up on the third bell.
"Señor! It has been a while," there was a hint of surprise in her tone.
"Indeed, Aselia is sick. I am bringing her in, please be prepared," he informed her.
"What are some of the symptoms? Brief me in a few words so I will be more prepared," she asked.
"She has nausea and is puking her insides out," his words made her smile but she kept her tone neutral.
"I see, bring her to the clinic. I will check her thoroughly. She will be alright, nothing to worry about," Her words were reassuring and he found himself heaving a sigh of relief.
"We will be there soon," Xiran ended the call and diverted his attention to Aselia.
