"How is he?"
The old man looked at the old woman.
Soon, his gaze fell on the child's face.
It was still so red...
The old man furrowed his brows.
The pale color of his lips formed a stark contrast with his flushed cheeks.
The contrast was so sharp that it was almost glaring.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.
"There hasn't been any change."
Although that mistaken observation had really been somewhat absurd...
Child's Mom's eyes instantly reddened.
Although the old man found the matter ridiculous, there was really nothing to say.
"If the child's condition wasn't serious, Dad wouldn't have called you..."
That possibility had not occurred to Child's Mom.
"How did he end up having a nightmare?"
"Lele!"
The old woman glanced at the old man.
The old man nodded.
"He woke up on the seventh day, and his complexion looked terrible."
"The doctor here suggested that you transfer the child to a hospital in the city."
Child's Dad and Child's Mom arrived at the old man's and old woman's home the next morning.
A trace of unease arose in their hearts.
"Let me rest."
He pulled out a chair and sat down.
The son's expression turned solemn.
When they arrived at the ward, they did not even wait to greet the two elderly people. They first saw the child on the hospital bed.
Child's Dad and Child's Mom were somewhat surprised.
He had even hit people.
The old man waved his hand.
"I got soaked because I couldn't make it back in time."
The old woman gently patted the child's hand.
The old woman was puzzled. "I even gave him ginger soup."
"It wasn't impossible that the child had seen something incorrectly..."
The old man nodded.
Unfortunately.
"I had a nightmare..."