"Yeah. We forced him to take medicine yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before that. The fever subsided in the morning, but when the young master woke up, he wouldn't eat or drink and cried non-stop. By night, his fever got serious. For this to repeatedly happen every day, the young master's body won't be able to take it much longer."
"But we can't let the young master go on burning up like this! His brain will fry!"
The nanny, the housekeeper, the midwife, and the doctor discussed the situation over and over again, but they didn't reach a consensus.
Cheng Han was probably in far too much pain because his throat was hoarse from crying.
The nanny was rather old and soft-hearted. She silently watched Han Zhifan stroking Cheng Han's head before she hesitated for a moment and quietly said, "Mr. Han, this won't do. Call the child's mother to take care of the child for two days..."
