"Little Yu, Xiao Jie, get up quickly, your dad is sick." In the middle of the night, Yao Ying frantically knocked on the children's door.
The sound of Yao Ying knocking was quite loud, not only waking up the two kids but also the neighbors around.
Zhang Yu and Zhang Jie quickly got up, then after briefly tidying up, they prepared to head to the hospital.
Zhang Yu glanced down at the flushed face of Zhang Wei. He really went hard on himself, she thought, as she touched his forehead—high fever.
Zhang Jie, initially not too worried upon hearing Yao Ying's knocking, thought this was something they had discussed before.
But who could tell him, wasn't it just supposed to be a high fever? How could it end up with him being unconscious? What was going on?
Zhang Jie's face turned pale. Zhang Yu glanced at Zhang Jie; it was quite fitting, perfect and natural, "Hey, Xiao Jie, you head downstairs to get the cart."
