Yu Yanyan walked out of the hospital room and met Xiao Xiao in the lobby.
"Xiao Xiao."
She smiled warmly. "Sorry for the trouble of making you come all this way."
"It's no trouble."
Xiao Xiao handed the box of pastries to Yu Yanyan.
Seeing the hint of weariness between the woman's brows, he asked, "Is the child very sick?"
Yu Yanyan paused as she reached out.
The next second, she took the pastry box from Xiao Xiao.
"More or less."
Yu Yanyan absently rubbed the wooden handle of the pastry box with her fingers. "At first, it was just an ordinary cold and fever."
"Uncle and Auntie gave An An some medicine and didn't think much of it."
"But An An's fever wouldn't go down."
"It only got worse."
"Uncle and Auntie panicked and rushed him to the hospital."
"They've been staying at the hospital with him these past few days."
"An An was born to Uncle and Auntie late in life. They cherish him beyond measure."
"His fever wouldn't come down, and they were worried sick."
"It wasn't just them. Grandpa and Grandma, and my parents too—everyone was alarmed."
"After all, An An really was a child the Gu Family had long been hoping for."
And he was another boy.
Grandpa and Grandma's affection for An An was plain to see.
They'd come to visit him again that morning.
If Dad and Uncle hadn't strongly objected, the two elderly people would have wanted to stay at the hospital with An An.
"Have the doctors figured out what's causing it?"
Xiao Xiao furrowed his brows slightly.
A fever that wouldn't go down was far too dangerous for a child.
"The doctors are puzzled too."
Yu Yanyan smiled wryly. "They treated the symptoms. The fever should have gone