Ye Qingci knew that his fever had muddled his brain, and such news hitting him must have left him bewildered.
She held Jian Shichu's hand, "It's okay, I've called Ah Wei, the car is ready, and the things are packed. We just need you to change your clothes, and we can go to the hospital."
"Oh, oh!" Jian Shichu suddenly stood up from the sofa, but his body swayed hard.
He had sweated so much from the fever that he'd soaked several towels, and now he felt extremely weak, standing with a heavy head and light feet, stars dancing before his eyes.
Ye Qingci hurriedly supported him.
He shook his head and still tried to comfort Ye Qingci by patting her, "I'm fine, wait for me, I'll go change my clothes."
Ye Qingci watched him stagger, one foot deep and the other shallow, to change his clothes, increasingly feeling that this was not the time to have a baby.
