While hurriedly thanking Pei Chenyang, Zhao's father quickly went to fetch the doctor.
Zhao's mother, meanwhile, sat at the bedside, holding Zhao Mengmeng's hand, her whole person filled with extreme worry.
Pei Chenyang's gaze naturally fell upon the bulge in Zhao's mother's belly.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Mengmeng's parents, at their age, were still expecting another child.
In fact, the apology from Zhao's father just now was an expression of this reality.
But Pei Chenyang did not leave.
His steps were as if rooted in place, clinging to the hospital room of Zhao Mengmeng, persistently waiting for something unknown.
Soon, the doctor arrived.
After examining Zhao Mengmeng, he furrowed his brow at Zhao's mother and father, "The child has heatstroke. How exactly do you take care of her? She hadn't even fully recovered, and now she has heatstroke again. Do you even care about her health?"
