Si Ang gently caught Richie's small body, scooped him up around the waist, and carried him steadily back to the bed in his bedroom.
He lightly brushed over Richie's brow and eyes, smoothing the deep crease between his eyebrows.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked at the door. Rather than telling them to come in, Si Ang closed the bedroom door behind him and went to meet them at the entrance.
Their family butler stood outside, his head humbly lowered, not daring to look Si Ang in the eye.
"Young master, the medical team your father sent has arrived. Is there something wrong with your health?"
Si Ang did not answer the butler directly. He merely said:
"I have my reasons for needing doctors."
Hearing that, the butler realized Si Ang was not ill and breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, he had looked after Si Ang since he was little, and over the years, he had grown fond of him.
Si Ang might have appeared cold and overbearing, but deep down, he still yearned for affection from his family.
The old butler slowly went downstairs with short, shuffling steps.
Si Ang left the door open and stood at the entrance, waiting for the medical team to come to his room.
After about five or six minutes, the old butler arrived with a group of people carrying all kinds of medical equipment.
"Young master, I've brought the doctors!"
The old butler gave a nod.
Si Ang replied, "Thank you for your help."
With his task complete, the old butler returned to his other duties, leaving Si Ang alone with the medical team.
Si Ang led the medical team inside, opened his bedroom door, and had them examine Richie.
He stood by the window, watching their every move.
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