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She was so light that he effortlessly picked her up and started for the door.

"Shuibao, bring the waiter along with you."

The waiter was already squatting on the side with the leash in his mouth. Shuibao quickly took the rope and held the door.

Just as Teng Yiyang was about to leave, Ji An'an heard the words' hospital 'in her mind. She pulled his sleeve. "I'm not going to the hospital. I don't want to go to the hospital."

He lowered his head to look at her flushed cheeks and coaxed, "I'm sick, so I need to go to the hospital. Be good and listen to me."

However, the current Ji An'an could not hear anything, and she could not tell when it was. She opened her moist eyes and continued to follow the past, saying in a spoiled manner, "Is it okay if you don't go? Don't want to go? You'll promise me that, won't you? "

Her hoarse voice had a weak sob in it, and her big eyes were filled with pitiful pleading. She asked three times in a row, and Teng Yiyang felt his heart soften the moment she looked over.

It was as if whatever she wanted, he would take it at all costs.

"Okay, I'm not going. I'll call the doctor."

Just don't go to the hospital.

Ji An'an released her hand and gently rubbed it against his shoulder.

She was as obedient as a kitten. However, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she could feel that she was in pain.

Teng Yiyang didn't dare to delay and turned around to carry her upstairs. He chose the master bedroom, put her on the bed, and immediately called his grandpa's family doctor.

Uncle Lin soon arrived with a nurse.

Uncle Lin first measured her temperature, "39.30 degrees, this temperature isn't low, it should be due to the cold. Furthermore, it has been burning for quite some time already, how did you notice it so late?"

Uncle Lin's routine inquiry did not give much thought to it, but it was different for Teng Yiyang.

He looked at the flushed face on the bed and blamed himself. "I didn't notice that she was sick, but when I found out, she was already burning so high."

Uncle Lin glanced at him but didn't say anything. He asked the nurse to wipe Ji An'an's sweat and change her clothes before he started his treatment.

"I'll give her an injection to reduce the fever."

Ji An'an, who was not sleeping well, immediately opened her eyes when she heard about the injection. She looked at the man in the white coat vigilantly. She looked familiar, but when her gaze touched Teng Yiyang, who was worrying beside the bed, her expression softened.

She had been afraid of injections since she was young, he knew that.

Teng Yiyang's heart was like water under her gaze. He sat down, hugged her, and patted his back gently. "It's fine. I'm here, I'm just giving you an injection. You won't feel so bad after it's over."

She still wanted to struggle on the edge of death, but when she heard the words "It's okay, I'm here", she suddenly quieted down.

Uncle Lin laughed, "It doesn't hurt, it's more or less like a mosquito bite."

Now, in Ji An'an's eyes, doctors were all bad people. She grabbed Teng Yiyang's clothes tightly and buried her head into his chest, nodding.

Seeing her loosen her mouth, Teng Yiyang heaved a sigh of relief. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to force her to give him an injection since she was relying on her coquettish behavior.

The nurse had already mixed the medicine, and when the needle pierced her skin, Ji An'an trembled. Those few seconds felt like a long time, and only when the cotton was pressed down did she raise her head and glare at him, feeling wronged, "It hurts."

Teng Yiyang was touched by her gaze, as if everything was his fault.

He put her head in his arms and stroked her hair.

Uncle Lin looked at the two of them who were bored to death together, he shook his head, "Torturing dogs in broad daylight, at least I can take care of the little friends beside us."

Uncle Lin was witty and humorous. After he finished speaking, he waved to his friend Wu Tie who was lying on the bed, "Come, come. This old man will take you out to play."

Uncle Lin also had a grandson at home. Seeing such an intelligent child, he liked him a lot, "What's your name, little friend?"

Although Shuibao was worried about his mother's illness, he still answered politely, "My name is Shuibao, my big name is Bei Murray Rui. Grandpa Lin, you can call me Shuibao."

His surname is Bei, it seems like Yiyang still hasn't gotten rid of his wife and children.

A few days ago, when he went to Teng Familu old residence, he had heard Elder Teng mention Yiyang's and An An's matter. He knew a little about it.

"Does Shuibao like it here?"

"I like it."

"Do you like Yiyang?"

"I like it."

They answered without thinking.

Uncle Lin patted his head with a smile. Those two still had some hope.

Shuibao didn't understand, why did this old grandpa ask him these questions?

As long as Daddy was here, he would always like it!

Besides, he liked Mommy, and he also liked Daddy!

The sick Ji An'an didn't cause a ruckus at all. On the contrary, she was very obedient. After she fell asleep in Teng Yiyang's arms, Teng Yiyang covered her with a blanket and left the nurse to watch over her.

"Uncle Lin, when can An An's fever be cured?"

Hearing his anxious tone, Uncle Lin smiled and said, "I reckon it will reduce the fever in the middle of the night, so be careful during this time."

Then, he said a few things to take note of and also prescribed some medicine to stay behind, preparing to leave.

Teng Yiyang looked at the time, it was already very late, "Uncle Lin, take care, I'll call you if anything happens."

Shuibao also said, "Thank you, Grandpa Lin. Goodbye."

Uncle Lin waved his hand with his assistant, "No need to send me off. Let's go back."

When the father and son returned to their room, they sat down on the bed.

"Uncle, why is Mommy sick?" Shuibao was still in a state of lingering fear. His eyes were wide open, afraid that his mother would disappear.

"Maybe I caught a cold at the old house yesterday."

"Then when will Mommy wake up?"

Right now, An An was still burning, but he had already taken care of it. He relaxed and turned his head to look at his son, only to find that his son was yawning.

It was not easy for her to last this long. She touched his face and said, "Your mother is tired and has already fallen asleep. I think she will only wake up tomorrow morning. Can I take you to wash up and sleep first?"

Shuibao rubbed his eyes and nodded.

Teng Yiyang carried his son back to his room, changed into his pajamas, brushed his teeth and washed his face before taking him to sleep.

"Good night, Uncle."

Shuibao, who couldn't sleep until his mother told him a bedtime story, fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.1

Teng Yiyang realized that the little story he had prepared in his heart was useless. He smiled and put his son's phone on the bedside table. After sitting for a while and confirming that his son was asleep, he left a night light on the bed and quietly went out of the room to close the door.

He couldn't stop worrying about Ji An'an. He touched her face and found that it was still hot, so he called Uncle Lin.

Uncle Lin came in as soon as he got home. He was very helpless, "The medicine just got effective, why are you in such a hurry? If you're not tired, just help her cool down physically."

Teng Yiyang had been shamelessly scolded by Uncle Lin, so he asked about the method and then carefully wrote it down.

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