"Shaoting isn't busy," Shen Meixiu spoke up for Ye Shaoting.
Ye Qianzhi snorted and looked at his three grandsons, "If he's busy, why force himself to adopt? Now the child is at home, lonely every day. Isn't this harming the child?"
This time, Shen Meixiu could no longer find an excuse. When Ye Shaoting wanted to bring Xingxing back, she was the most opposed. But there was no choice, she had to agree.
Xingxing was not a true member of the Ye family, and Shen Meixiu was unwilling to be his grandmother. Even when she was free, she didn't care about him.
Seeing Shen Meixiu lowering her head in silence, Ye Qianzhi ordered her, "You go call Shaoting now and tell him to go to the hospital to see the child."
"Okay." Shen Meixiu agreed verbally, but not in her heart.
Ye Qianzhi left the Ye residence without even finishing breakfast due to work. Now, a sick child warranted his personal visit to the hospital?
Shen Meixiu went to the telephone, pretending to make a call. She heard only dial tones from the receiver. She covered her mouth, feeling that enough time had passed, and put the phone back.
"Shaoting might be busy. I'll call him again later," Shen Meixiu said to Ye Qianzhi.
Ye Qianzhi said nothing and left with Qianqian and the others.
Hospital.
Xingxing felt the jolt of movement and weakly opened his eyes. He saw a chin.
"Nurse, could you please check on our child!"
A gentle, yet anxious voice reached his ears. He wanted to see clearly, but his blurry vision could only make out hazy shadows. The arm beneath him was strong, a feeling both strange and familiar, giving him a sense of security.
"Take me to the emergency room."
"Okay."
As the voice beside him registered, Xingxing closed his eyes wearily.
After the doctor's examination, Xingxing only had a common fever. However, his previous cold hadn't completely healed, and he had contracted another virus, leading to his semi-conscious state.
Di Mingjue looked at Ye Ziyu, who was panting, and went forward to support her, "How are you feeling?"
Having rushed all the way for Xingxing, Ye Ziyu's condition, which had been improving, started to feel unwell again. If Di Mingjue hadn't been there to support her, she might have fainted right then.
Sensing something was wrong, Di Mingjue immediately scooped her up by the waist and turned to leave the ward.
After the doctor's examination, Ye Ziyu's dizziness was caused by anxiety. If she couldn't adjust her emotions in time, her body wouldn't be able to handle it, and she would eventually faint.
Di Mingjue looked at the weak Ye Ziyu, not knowing how to alleviate her anxiety.
"Mingjue, let's go back as soon as possible. Xingxing will be scared when he wakes up," Ye Ziyu urged.
If it wasn't worrying about this, it was worrying about that. When would she ever consider her own health?
"Mingjue?" Seeing Di Mingjue standing still, Ye Ziyu reached out and tugged at his hand.
"I'll arrange a private ward for you. You can rest well, and I'll have a nurse look after Xingxing. You don't need to worry," Di Mingjue said.
Hearing the anger in his tone, Ye Ziyu understood where it came from.
Getting off the bed, Ye Ziyu nestled into Di Mingjue's embrace. Placing her ear against his pounding chest, she slowly spoke, "I don't know why, but on the way to the hospital, seeing Xingxing with a fever and sick reminded me so much of Yuze before, and even more of our lost fourth child, Sibao."
Although the whereabouts of Sibao were highly likely to be in Si Jiu City, could there be such a coincidence in the world that Xingxing, adopted by Ye Shaoting, was Sibao?
Di Mingjue stroked her back, offering comfort, "Ziyu, you're too fixated on Sibao's existence."