Yang Yin was full of anxiety and didn't even clearly see the doctor's appearance in front of her.
But when Sun Lingwei saw her, her gaze suddenly turned strange.
She stared at the woman in front of her.
Yang Yin's attire, while looking appropriate, clearly wasn't from a good brand.
She wasn't well-maintained either; although her face didn't show it due to her natural beauty, her hands revealed some calluses.
At this moment, the way she was holding Kaixin tightly reminded Sun Lingwei of situations back in college.
She lowered her head, slowly picked up the medical record, and then said, "What's wrong with the child?"
Yang Yin didn't recognize her and spoke directly, "My daughter has a high fever, thirty-nine point five degrees. The fever won't go down. We just tried physical cooling, but it didn't work. She's also been convulsing and foaming at the mouth..."
