In the middle of the night, groggy, Ye Qingci heard the sound of a child crying.
She thought the two little ones were hungry and wanted milk, reached out to turn on the light, but found it was her eldest son crying.
Ye Qingci became anxious immediately.
The little guy was very well-behaved. He had been weaned for a week and always slept through the night without ever crying at midnight.
She quickly crawled to the foot of the bed, hugged her son into her arms, and gently soothed, "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Mommy is here, don't cry don't cry."
Jian Shichu also woke up, quickly approached, touched his son's forehead, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly, "He's got a fever. It's okay, I'll have Doctor Li come over immediately."
"Fever?" Ye Qingci quickly leaned down and kissed her son's forehead.
Indeed, his little forehead was scorching hot.
