NOVPUBChapter 492: 492, Song Qinghuan, flustered
Chapter 492: 492, Song Qinghuan, flustered
“A long time ago, Song Qinghuan had already become aware of Shi Yuhuan’s ruthless and shameless character.
Last night, Shi Yuhuan once again surpassed previous records of shamelessness, making it clear to her that his ruthlessness and shameless had absolutely no limit!
In the early morning, Song Qinghuan woke up aching all over, staring at the shabby ceiling, her body so weak she didn’t want to move at all.
Shi Yuhuan was not in the room again and she didn’t know where he had gone. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Turning her head toward the crib, the baby was still quietly inside, seemingly deeply asleep.
It was late; the baby should have woken up.
Song Qinghuan forced herself to get up and get dressed, approached the crib and saw that the baby’s face was somewhat abnormal.
She was startled and hastily touched the baby’s cheeks. As soon as she did, she felt a chill run through her body.
Of course, it wasn’t because the child was cold. On the contrary, the child’s body was so hot that it scared her into feeling chilly.
“Baby, baby,” Song Qinghuan patted the child’s cheeks but the child did not respond. Such a high temperature, this was clearly a fever, and a severe one at that.
Song Qinghuan nearly lost her wits, her head buzzing. If she hadn’t detected the child’s breath, she might have fainted on the spot.
Without even bothering to change her shoes, she picked up the child and ran out of the room, shouting, “Shi Yuhuan, Shi Yuhuan, where are you? The baby is in trouble.”
Shi Yuhuan was coming over with a bag of food when he saw Song Qinghuan looking panicked, he immediately walked over in quick strides.
He asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
Song Qinghuan was so anxious she couldn’t make sense: “The baby, the baby is ill, he has a high fever, look, look what to do? Where is the doctor, where is a doctor…”
“Don’t panic, give the child to me,” Shi Yuhuan said, tossing the bag on the ground, and taking the child from Song Qinghuan: “There is a clinic in the village, we will take the child there now.”
With the baby in his arms, he headed in the direction of the clinic.
Song Qinghuan immediately ran to catch up.
Upon reaching the entrance of the clinic, she rushed in, yelling anxiously, “Doctor, doctor, save us!”
The clinic’s doctor was young, about thirty years old, wearing glasses, and looking quite gentle. Seeing her panic-stricken face, he hurriedly came over, raising his hand to indicate her to stay calm and asked, “What’s wrong? Take it slow and tell me.”
“It’s the baby, save the baby, he has a high fever.” Song Qinghuan said, pointing to the door.
Just as Shi Yuhuan walked in with the baby, the doctor took one look and immediately understood. He quickly walked over and took the child from Shi Yuhuan’s arms.
He held the child and laid him flat on the bed, starting a hurried examination and treatment.
Song Qinghuan stood by, dumbstruck, watching helplessly as the doctor worked on the child. Looking at the child’s reddened face, she was filled with guilt and self-blame.
The rescue process didn’t last more than a minute, but for Song Qinghuan, it seemed to stretch on endlessly, like centuries.
It wasn’t until the child suddenly opened his eyes and then burst into tears that Song Qinghuan realized she had clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
Throughout this process, Shi Yuhuan held her shoulder and kept her close, quietly comforting her.
