"What's wrong with Xiaotang?"
"He's got a bit of gastroenteritis, but you needn't worry, the doctor has already treated him, and it's not serious," Gan Yuan explained.
Staring at the little guy's pale face, a pang of heartache tinted the man's eyes, "Does your tummy still hurt?"
The little guy smiled, shook his head, and hugged the blanket towards himself.
"Daddy, put it on quickly, otherwise, you'll get sick."
Taking the blanket, Huangfu Jue didn't drape it over himself, but bent down and wrapped it around Gan Yuan's shoulders, casually turning on the car's air conditioning.
"Does he need to be hospitalized?"
"No need." Gan Yuan started the car, glanced at the helicopter that had flown away, and stuffed the blanket back to him, "Let's find a place to rest for the night and make plans in the morning."
