"Chenyang!" Zhang Yun said anxiously, "I don't know what's going on with these two kids? Guangguang just had a fever a few days ago, and now Yangyang is acting up again! My heart is really aching!"
At this moment, An Hao also got dressed and came out, saying to Zhang Yun, "Mom, don't worry, Qin Jian and I will take the kids to see the emergency doctor right away."
The beautiful night came to an abrupt end like this.
On the road, a military vehicle sped quickly.
In the car, An Hao held the feverish child tightly, her face full of worry.
"What's wrong? You look so serious," Qin Jian saw his wife's expression through the rearview mirror.
"It's nothing. The kids' immunity is too weak! I've taken them to the hospital often these past two months," An Hao sighed deeply, "They're not lacking in food or nutrition, but why are they so frail? It's like they're taking after me when I was little."
When An Hao was a child, she went to see the doctor every few days.
