Ever since Xiaoxiao was born, she had never been sick, not even slept in the incubator common for premature babies, perfectly healthy.
This was her first time falling ill, catching Liang Anya off guard.
It's probably because she caught a cold from her dad.
No matter how healthy a baby is, their resistance is always less than that of an adult.
She quickly took some infant fever medicine and fed it to Xiaoxiao, then stayed by the crib.
Unbeknownst to her, the night grew deep.
Drowsiness hit her, and she dozed off by the baby's crib. In the middle of the night, she suddenly awoke and immediately felt Xiaoxiao's forehead, which seemed hotter than before.
She thought a bit of antipyretic would help, but it unexpectedly got worse. She panicked a little, not thinking any further, dressed Xiaoxiao, wrapped her in a blanket, and carried her out of the room, planning to go to the hospital.
When passing the living room, she glanced at Dad's room.
