Cheng Lang noticed Shen Huaiyu's unease and quickly said, "Don't worry! You're safe now. It's all right. I won't let bad people come near you again. I won't let him hurt you again."
Qin Mu silently glanced at Shen Huaiyu's little finger, then went out to call the doctor.
The medical staff arrived quickly and examined Shen Huaiyu. "As long as he's awake, there's nothing seriously wrong. We'll observe him for a few more days. Once his fever goes down, he can be discharged."
"Did you hear what the doctor said?" Cheng Lang patiently reassured Shen Huaiyu. "It's all right. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Shen Huaiyu shook his head. He had no appetite.
It had been nearly a full day and night since Shen Huaiyu had been admitted to the hospital. He had been unconscious that entire time and had not had a drop of water, and before Lu Chengxuan took him away, who knew how long he had gone without food.
After thinking it over, Cheng Lang still ordered some ginseng soup and plain congee from Delicacies Pavilion. "You can't go without eating. Be good, eat your meals, take your medicine on time, and try to get better soon."
Hearing that, Shen Huaiyu immediately nodded obediently. Though he did not want to eat, he still let Cheng Lang help him sit up and slowly drank a bowl of ginseng soup.
Just after he finished the soup, a commotion came from the doorway. Jin Huaiyuan and his parents entered carrying insulated food containers. "Oh, Young Shen is awake!"
Jin Huaiyuan's mother laughed heartily in her booming voice. "It's good that you're awake. Huaiyuan told me you were hospitalized with a high fever. I figured you might not have much appetite after such a serious illness,