bayedsolid Chapter 128 The baby is sick
Chapter 128 The baby is sick
However, just as Qiao Qin's thoughts were becoming clearer, as if a ray of light was about to penetrate the fog, a rapid phone call suddenly came like a storm, ruthlessly interrupting her thoughts.
On the other end of the phone, Aunt Song's voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness.
"Madam, it's bad. The young master has suddenly developed a high fever. I have notified the private doctor and he will be here soon. Do you... do you want to come back to see him?"
Qiao Qin's heart sank suddenly, as if hit by a huge rock, but she quickly adjusted her breathing and forced down the panic and fear that was about to surge out.
Qiao Qin took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm and firm.
"Okay, I'll be right back." She said softly, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.
Children's bodies are fragile and they are prone to getting sick. This is a common occurrence, and she can't scare herself.
Qiao Qin walked out in a hurry, her steps quick but steady. However, at the moment she was about to go out, she almost collided with someone coming towards her.
"Sister Qiao, you are so anxious, is there something urgent that needs to be dealt with?" Jia Lulu looked at Qiao Qin, her eyes full of concern and confusion.
A trace of anxiety flashed across Qiao Qin's face. She nodded slightly and said softly to Jia Lulu, "Something unexpected happened at home. I have to go back first."
As she spoke, she seemed to have no intention of staying any longer and turned and walked away.
"Sister Qiao, you..." Jia Lulu wanted to say something, but Qiao Qin had already walked very far away, leaving only one instruction: "Lulu, you just continue to work here, and you can get off work when the time comes. Don't worry about me."
Qiao Qin's voice echoed in the empty corridor, and her figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
Jia Lulu stood there, watching Qiao Qin leave, with an inexplicable worry in her heart.
She remembered that she had added that person's WeChat last night just in case. Perhaps now was the time to contact him.
Think for a moment.
Finally, Jia Lulu took a deep breath, took out her mobile phone from her bag, danced her fingertips across the screen, and opened the familiar social software interface.
Her fingers danced on the keyboard, as if playing a silent melody.
[Boss Huo, there seems to be some emergency over there with Sister Qiao, she has already hurried back home.]
After the message was sent, the air seemed to freeze as people waited for the other party's response.
Almost at the moment the message was sent, the phone vibrated, and Mr. Huo's reply flashed across the screen like lightning.
[Well, I understand. 】
The conversation was brief and crisp, without any unnecessary small talk.
……
at the same time.
Qiao Qin had returned to the villa. When she opened the door, a sharp cry pierced her heart like a sharp knife.
The baby was surrounded by several doctors. His small body was curled up on the bed. He was crying miserably and his cheeks were red from crying. It was obvious that he was not feeling well.
Qiao Qin's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible force, and the pain made her almost unable to breathe.
She hurried over and gently stroked the baby's face with her warm and loving hands, trying to dispel the discomfort in him in this way.
"Doctor, how is his condition?" Qiao Qin asked nervously with a trembling voice.
"Ma'am, please rest assured. The young master just has a slight cold and is not seriously ill. Give him some antipyretic medicine and he will recover after a few days of rest." The doctor replied gently.
Hearing this, Qiao Qin felt relieved, but her eyes were still full of worry. After sending the doctor away, she turned around and sat beside the bed, staring at the young face, her eyes full of love and care.
"Madam, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of the young master." Aunt Song lowered her head, her tone filled with self-blame and guilt.
"Don't blame yourself." Qiao Qin comforted him softly, "It's common for children to get sick. No one can predict it."
As night falls, it slowly unfolds like a profound painting.
After finishing her dinner, Qiao Qin sat down at the drawing table in the living room without a moment's rest and began her design work.
Qiao Qin's heart seemed to be torn between two forces: one was the sense of urgency and responsibility for work, and the other was the love and worry for her child. She wanted to divide her time into two parts, one for the design and the other for the baby, but reality did not allow her to do so.
She could only walk between the two, thinking about the details of the design while paying attention to the baby's movements. There was a hint of tiredness between her brows, but her bright eyes were full of determination and tenderness.
until--
The clock on the wall ticked, and the pointer gradually approached eleven o'clock. Qiao Qin's pen tip was still jumping on the paper, and her thoughts were surging like the tide, constantly constructing that perfect design in her mind.
Suddenly, the baby's faint cry broke the silence of the night.
Qiao Qin's heart suddenly tightened. She immediately put down the pen in her hand and walked quickly towards the baby's room.
The baby had woken up. Although the fever had subsided, beads of sweat were still on his forehead. Qiao Qin's heart tightened, and she and Aunt Song quickly wiped the baby's sweat and changed his clothes until the baby fell asleep again.
Back in the living room, Qiao Qin sat back at the drawing table, but she couldn't calm down. Looking at the unfinished design, her heart was filled with helplessness and struggle. After a moment, she took a deep breath and picked up the pen again.
Just then, it was late at night and everything was silent.
At the door, the sudden sound of footsteps broke the tranquility, like ripples on the surface of a silent lake, creating waves.
Qiao Qin frowned slightly, wondering who would come here so late?
She slowly raised her head, and what came into her sight was a tall and slender figure, like a lone pine in the dark night, standing alone in the world.
She was stunned. The person who came was Huo Yan, the man she hadn't seen for a long time. Time seemed to have drawn a gap between them. She had tried to bury the memory deep in her heart, but at this moment, she realized that he had always been in a corner of her heart and had never left.
His face was as handsome as before, but there was a hint of unspeakable melancholy between his brows, and his deep eyes seemed to hide endless stories.
The aura around him also became much calmer, as if he had experienced the baptism of time, becoming more restrained and profound.
The two stood facing each other, their eyes locked, as if time had stopped at this moment. All thoughts and emotions were condensed in this brief encounter, as if there were thousands of words to say, but they didn't know where to start.
Then, the long silence in the air was quietly broken by Huo Yan's voice, like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing tiny ripples.
"I heard that the baby was not feeling well, so I came here to check on him." Huo Yan's voice was low and had a unique hoarseness.