The doctors are examining Four. Liam Yancey stands by the bedside, while Tara Summer sits on the edge of the bed.
Both of them have dark expressions, with Tara gently stroking the child's hand, her eyes intently fixed on the child's flushed cheeks.
"Master Liam, there's still some fever, but it's not a big problem. Once this IV finishes, and with the medication, the fever should go down in an hour," the doctor said, standing up and addressing Liam Yancey.
"Should?" Liam Yancey frowned, his handsome face clouded and his voice icy, "The fever's been going on for six hours. I want absolute certainty that it will go down. Don't give me 'should'!"
Afraid of scaring the child, the man was holding back his anger; otherwise, he would have lost it long ago.
"Master Liam, this time there's definitely no problem..." The doctors and nurses lowered their heads, cold sweat appearing on the back of their necks.
