"Han Yan, where are you? Qiqi is sick!" Fang Wenjing's anxious voice came from the phone.
Han Yan's heart suddenly jumped. He almost shouted, "Qiqi is sick? How is she?"
His shouting attracted the attention of the other passengers on the bus, but Han Yan didn't have time to care.
"Han Yan, don't worry. Her hands and feet are cold now. She might have caught a cold. I've never encountered this before. We're going to take her to the hospital."
"Yes, yes, yes, take her to the hospital," Han Yan looked out the window, estimated his location, and said, "You can take her to the third hospital in the province. I know a doctor there. I can call him now. Let's meet at the entrance."
The third hospital in the province was the hospital where Qiqi was born. With Nurse Jiang there, it might be more convenient. Han Yan anxiously waited for the bus to stop at the next stop. As soon as the door opened, he quickly jumped off.
Han Yan's mind was almost completely focused on Qiqi. He didn't know what was going on with her. If Fang Wenjing, who had always been calm, was so anxious, it meant that the situation was very bad. He couldn't wait to fly to Qiqi's side.
Seeing an empty taxi coming from afar, Han Yan hurriedly jumped from the bus stop to the middle of the road. He almost stood at the front of the car to stop the taxi.
When he opened the door, Han Yan heard the taxi driver scolding him.
"Driver, I'm really sorry. My daughter is sick, and I have to rush to the hospital. I have no choice but to stop the taxi. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Han Yan interrupted him.
The driver glanced at the young man in the rearview mirror, whose forehead was sweating, and sighed. "Forget it. Seeing you like this, I won't scold you. Be careful next time. It's so dangerous! Where are you going?"
"The third hospital in the province. Driver, please drive faster," Han Yan said.
In the car, he didn't stay idle. He took out his phone and called Nurse Jiang.
"Hello, Xiao Yang?"
"Aunty Jiang, it's me. Are you on duty tonight?"
The environment around Nurse Jiang did not sound like a hospital.
"I'm not on duty tonight. Xiao Yang, what happened? Did something happen to your daughter?"
"Yes, I just received a call from the neighbor. He said that Qiqi's hands and feet are cold. I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe she has a cold, so I want to take her to the hospital."
Nurse Jiang's voice became very serious. She said over the phone, "Her hands and feet are cold. It might not be a cold. It might be a newborn with low temperature."
"What kind of disease is this? Is it dangerous?" Han Yan's voice trembled.
"It depends on the severity. If the situation is more serious, I'm afraid it will cause convulsions, organ damage, or even shock."
Nurse Jiang's answer made Han Yan's heart sink into an ice cave. His breathing became ragged, and his right hand gripped the phone so tightly that it made a squeaking sound.
"But you don't have to be afraid. Hurry up and send her to the hospital. If the situation isn't that serious, she'll recover very quickly." Nurse Jiang could hear his anxiety and comforted him.
"I'm not on duty tonight, but Xiao Yan is. I'll help you talk to her and get her to help you register for emergency treatment. When you arrive, she'll take you directly to the doctor."
Nurse Cen was the one who taught him how to bathe Qiqi the other day. Han Yan still had an impression of her.
"Thank you, Aunty Jiang. I'll contact her when I arrive." Han Yan's voice became a little low, and he hung up after saying a few more words.
Han Yan arrived at the hospital first. He stood at the entrance of the hospital and stuck his head out to search for Fang Wenjing and the rest through the crowd. He was pushed around by the passersby, and it took him a lot of effort to find his footing. His originally neat formal attire had become extremely messy.
Finally, Han Yan saw Liu Guilin's little four-wheeled motorcycle. He hurriedly rushed to the side of the car. Fang Wenjing opened the car door and carried Qiqi out. Han Yan hurriedly took her. Qiqi's little face was a little pale, and her breathing was very weak. When he touched her little face, it was cold and made his heart ache.
"She might have caught a cold." Fang Wenjing said.
"I'll take her to the doctor first." Han Yan turned around and said without turning his head.
Han Yan unbuttoned his suit jacket and hugged Qiqi tightly in his arms, hoping to use his body temperature to warm up her cold little body. He used all his strength to push through the crowd and loudly shouted, "Make way, please make way."
When he ran to the gynecology and pediatrics building, Nurse Cen was already waiting at the entrance. Nurse Cen glanced at Qiqi and didn't make any small talk. She waved at Han Yan and said, "Hurry up and follow me."
Nurse Cen brought Han Yan to a middle-aged doctor's room. The doctor took Qiqi from Han Yan's hands and began to examine her.
Han Yan saw the doctor's face gradually become serious. He became more and more nervous. He asked anxiously, "Doctor, how's her condition?"
The doctor shook his head and said, "Her condition isn't very good. She'll go into shock soon. Is it because of other diseases?"
Seeing that Han Yan didn't understand, the doctor explained, "In other words, did she have septicemia, pneumonia, suppurative meningitis, or other infectious diseases before?"
Han Yan shook his head and said, "No, she was fine when she was discharged from the hospital. This kind of problem suddenly occurred today."
Nurse Cen said, "Could it be because of today's rain and the cold?"
The doctor nodded and said to Han Yan, "It's possible. Did you take the child out today?"
Han Yan said, "She's at my neighbor's shop today. I have to go to work today, so I asked my neighbor to take care of her."
"That's right. It's always colder outside than at home when it rains. You adults can't feel it, but this is a child. She's just born, and her body's thermoregulation center hasn't developed fully. It's very easy for her to be affected by changes in the environment. So it's best not to let such a young child go out. Try to keep her at home."
Han Yan lowered his head and said, "Yes, yes."
"Since it's not caused by other diseases, then it's better. Let's inject her with glucose first, then warm her up in the incubator for observation," the doctor said. (A/N: The treatment method here is pure nonsense. Please do not imitate.)
During the intravenous injection, Han Yan saw the doctor insert the cold needle into Qiqi's delicate little hand. He felt like his heart was being cut by a knife, and he felt very uncomfortable. With such a long needle in, Qiqi suffered so much! When the needle was pulled out, thin blood oozed out of the needle hole on Qiqi's little arm, and the cotton swab on it was dyed red. Han Yan couldn't bear to turn his head, and he couldn't help but cry.
Qiqi was sent to the incubator. Han Yan stood outside and watched, his heart full of self-blame.
At this time, Liu Guilin and Fang Wenjing came over. Fang Wenjing said with an apologetic face, "Han Yan, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of Qiqi."
Liu Guilin said, "Wenjing is brainless. She treats Qiqi as Little Dong. She doesn't think about how old Little Dong is, and Qiqi is just born. How can she be exposed to the wind outside?"
Han Yan shook his hand and said, "No, no, no. It's not your fault. Don't think like that. It's all my fault. I didn't think it through. You were working outside. I'm very grateful that you took time to help take care of Qiqi. It's all my idea. How can I blame you?"
It would be a lie if Han Yan said that he didn't have any complaints about Qiqi's condition after catching a cold. When he saw Qiqi just now, he felt that it was all because Liu Guilin didn't take good care of her. So he didn't talk to them at the entrance of the hospital. He ran away with Qiqi in his arms.
But now he thought about it. In fact, he only had himself to blame. If he hadn't left Qiqi to work, none of this would have happened! He agreed to let Fang Wenjing take care of Qiqi in the shop. How could he blame others for not thinking it through? After all, others didn't have this obligation. It was already a great kindness to be willing to take care of his child! How could Han Yan give this kind couple a hard time?
Liu Guilin and Fang Wenjing packed dinner for him outside. Han Yan took it and comforted them and persuaded them to go home. After all, they still had Little Dong at home. If there were any accidents, Han Yan wouldn't have the face to see them again.
After dinner, Han Yan stood outside the ward and stayed with her all night. Seeing that Qiqi's face gradually became rosy and her little face regained its luster, the big stone hanging in his heart slowly fell down.
That night, Han Yan thought a lot.
If Han Yan didn't go to work at the beginning, Qiqi wouldn't have left the warm home and lay in the cold shop in the heavy rain.
If Han Yan didn't leave Qiqi's side at the beginning, Qiqi wouldn't have cried so heartbreakingly because she couldn't see her father. Perhaps it was because of crying so loudly for so long that Qiqi became weak, and then the cold could take advantage of it.
If Han Yan had taken care of Qiqi from the beginning, he could have noticed the changes in Qiqi's body and found out that Qiqi's body temperature had dropped early. Then, Qiqi wouldn't have been pricked by needles and wouldn't have to go back to the hospital to suffer.
Han Yan felt that it was a wrong choice to go back to work! Qiqi was too young. As a parent, how could he leave her and not be by her side?
However, when Han Yan thought about not going to work, he was confused.
If he didn't go to work, what would he use to support Qiqi? Qiqi's milk powder cost about 1500 yuan a month. There were also checkups, medical treatment, vaccinations, and so on. It was a huge expense, and he had to eat and pay rent! If he didn't work, how many months would he be able to support himself with the less than 20,000 yuan in his card?
Did he have to ask his parents for help? They were all adults. Han Yan really couldn't bring himself to ask his parents for money.
Han Yan felt that he was in a dilemma. He now understood that he had underestimated the difficulty of raising a child.
No, I can't blame others like this!
I have to think of a way!
Han Yan's clever brain began to work crazily. He searched every piece of his memory and pieced together every possibility, hoping to find a solution.
The wisdom given by the Literati Star was indeed abnormal. Not long after, Han Yan found a ray of hope in his memory!
That was a year ago. Han Yan was on a whim. He published a lot of good quality translations on the Translation Network and received the attention of many translation companies. He received many invitations from companies in his account. However, at that time, Han Yan was doing well in a foreign trade company and was valued by the department manager. Han Yan was in his honeymoon period and didn't have the time to consider these translation companies!
Han Yan recalled that many companies invited him to register with them. The messages in the account said that he could earn 10,000 yuan a day by translating at home.
He didn't care before, but now these companies were Han Yan's life-saving straw!
Without needing to log in again, with Han Yan's photographic memory, he clearly remembered the contact details of all the companies that invited him. One of them was known as the largest translation company in South China called Xinda. It was located in Yang Cheng!
For Qiqi, Han Yan had made up his mind. He was willing to give up his one year of hard work and start over!