Lu Bai hurriedly came in, "What happened?"
"Acute pneumonia, I'm diagnosing the cause." Lu Xiaojiu was too busy to pay attention to Lu Bai.
Lu Bai held Harry's small hand, "Daddy, it hurts..."
"There, there, don't cry..."
Harry's face was bluish-purple, and his whole body looked like it was bruised, which was particularly frightening. Lu Bai felt a pang of fear and gently comforted his son; he had never seen Harry fall ill like this before.
He only knew that Harry had been plagued by pneumonia until October this year. The doctor diagnosed him as recovered and discharged. Surviving was itself a miracle, and his vitality was exceptionally strong.
A child entangled by illness from a young age, having a healthy body wasn't easy. He thought Harry's pneumonia had been completely cured and wouldn't relapse, so he didn't pay much attention to maintenance. He even took Harry out to play in the snow; in this winter, who knows if he caught something outdoors.
