Shi Su's mind was operating a bit slowly at this moment, and it took her a while to recover from the voice on the phone.
Before she could speak, Mianmian suddenly felt uncomfortable in her sleep and called out "Mommy..."
Hearing Mianmian's voice, Shi Su abruptly hung up the phone, as if she didn't hear the voice coming from the other end before it disconnected: "Is something wrong with Mianmian?"
The phone was hung up and thrown to the side of the bed, and she silenced it in passing. Then, she leaned over and picked up Mianmian, feeling her temperature and gently coaxing her in her arms.
She continued like this for quite a while, and it was already the latter half of the night when Mianmian's fever finally subsided, remaining below thirty-seven degrees.
Exhausted, Shi Su leaned against the bed and fell asleep. She woke up shortly after four in the morning, measured Mianmian's temperature again, which, although not as high as last night, was evidently a recurring fever.
