Hospital, Xu Zijin had been waiting for a long time.
People came and went in the pediatrics department, most of them were couples with their children. But for him, as a father, he waited alone outside, accompanied only by his assistant and Maggie, the maid.
Xu Zijin was filled with deep resentment towards the woman who could spend time having meals with other men but wouldn't come to see her own son.
The preliminary diagnostic results for the child came out quickly.
It wasn't a serious issue: indigestion and food retention. Though it seemed simple, it couldn't be easily ignored, and the doctor wanted the child to stay in the hospital for a few days for further examination.
Without a second thought, Xu Zijin nodded, "Make the arrangements. I want my son to recover as quickly as possible."
Looking again at that lethargic little face, Xu Zijin furrowed his sword-like eyebrows and held Little Douya in his arms.
Right now, only this son could melt the frost on Xu Zijin's face.
