"Beep, beep, beep..."
The call went through this time, but the line just kept ringing with no one answering.
Rong Jingyang: "—"
He was furious!
Extremely furious!
An inexplicable sense of irritation!
He wanted to punch someone!
Rong Doudou's crying brought the man back to his senses. He suppressed his anger, controlling it.
"Alright, alright, Doudou, don't cry. We'll be at the hospital soon."
"The doctor will make it stop hurting."
Lin Xuanyao sped towards the private children's hospital. The doctor examined her hand, noting the red rash, and asked Rong Jingyang a few questions. "The child has allergic dermatitis. I'll prescribe some medicine for you to apply."
Rong Jingyang asked with a serious expression, "Okay, please tell me what my daughter is allergic to."
The doctor: "Have you tested for allergens?"
Rong Jingyang: ...He didn't know. Du Ruoxin hadn't mentioned it to him.
Had she mentioned it?
It seemed... in his memory... wasn't Doudou allergic to dust? Like air quality? Smog? Or things that weren't clean?
Rong Jingyang didn't know how to answer the doctor.
Seeing his silence, the doctor seemed to understand instantly. This father was not very competent.
Signing the prescription, the doctor handed it to Rong Jingyang. "Go get the medicine. Bring the child in to test for allergens when you have time."
Rong Jingyang snapped back to attention. "Okay, thank you."
Lin Xuanyao took the prescription to get the medicine.
Thinking his daughter might be allergic to dust, Rong Jingyang immediately booked a deluxe room at the private hospital and personally bathed his daughter.
The warm water washed over Rong Doudou's dust-covered body. The red rash seemed to meet its nemesis, slowly dissipating.
While not a miracle cure, Rong Doudou did feel more comfortable.
She no longer cried out in pain or itchiness.
After the bath, Rong Jingyang held his daughter on the bed. "Doudou, wait a moment, Daddy will change his clothes."
He turned on the TV and said, "Why don't you watch some cartoons first, okay?"
His own clothes were covered in dust, and he feared causing a secondary infection to his daughter.
Rong Doudou was no longer in as much pain or discomfort. She nodded obediently, "Okay."
Rong Jingyang changed into new clothes.
He also washed his face and hair.
Emerging from the bathroom, dressed impeccably again, he picked up the ointment and began to apply it to his daughter.
Using a cotton swab, he dipped it in the ointment and carefully, extremely gently, applied it bit by bit to his daughter's red rash.
"Hee hee hee..."
Rong Doudou giggled and dodged, "Daddy, it tickles."
Seeing the smile on his daughter's face, Rong Jingyang's mood also improved. He pulled her closer and said, "Don't move, I'm not finished yet."
Rong Doudou covered her mouth, secretly chuckling, "Daddy, you're gentler than Mommy."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Was she praising him or teasing him?
He decided to take it as praise.
After Rong Jingyang finished applying the medicine, he was about to suggest taking her out to eat. It was so late, she must be hungry.
Unexpectedly, Rong Doudou stood up and picked up the bath towel from the bed. "Daddy, I'll dry your hair for you."
Saying this, she unceremoniously draped the towel over Rong Jingyang's wet, dripping head.
He: "—"
His daughter was so young, and she already knew how to reciprocate?
Rong Jingyang was filled with emotion.
Just as father and daughter were enjoying their precious time, Rong Jingyang's phone rang.
It was Cristiano calling.
He slid his finger across the green button and brought the phone to his ear.
"Rong Jingyang, City Hospital, Xin'er is in trouble."
Cristiano hung up after saying this.
The man: "————"
What happened?
For some reason, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He felt very flustered and uneasy.
"Doudou, let's go find Mommy."
Rong Jingyang scooped up his daughter and ran.