Sensing something was wrong with the person in his arms, Fu Xiuyuan's expression changed abruptly. He helped him halfway upright, and his brows instantly knitted when he saw Gu Nian'an's tear-streaked face and constant gasping.
His symptoms clearly indicated respiratory alkalosis. Fu Xiuyuan immediately covered his mouth and nose with his hand while continuously soothing the boy.
"Sweetheart, relax, relax. Breathe slowly. Be good."
With Fu Xiuyuan's guidance, Gu Nian'an gradually recovered. He leaned weakly against the man's chest, tears clinging to his face, but his fingertips still trembled uncontrollably.
Fu Xiuyuan's brows were deeply furrowed. He raised a hand to gently wipe the tears from the boy's face and asked softly, "What happened? Would you like to tell me?"
Then, seemingly heartbroken, he bent down and rested his head against the boy's forehead, soothing him. "I'll always be by your side. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."
At his words, Gu Nian'an merely lifted his eyelids wearily, his whole body unbearably cold.
Suddenly, he felt his consciousness growing hazy. Before he could react, everything went black, and the next second, he lost consciousness completely.
Fu Xiuyuan's pupils abruptly contracted. Watching Gu Nian'an tremble uncontrollably, his lips parting in faint, unconscious gasps, he touched the forehead of the person in his arms, at a loss. It was ice-cold.
He hurriedly held him tight with one arm and dialed his phone with the other.
"Judging from the brain CT and electrocardiogram, Mr. Gu likely has depressive tendencies. But he hasn't woken up yet, so he can't cooperate with more detailed examinations, and it's difficult for us to determine his exact condition."
At the hospital, a female doctor explained this to the man, holding the reports in her hands.
After Gu Nian'an lost consciousness, Fu Xiuyuan had immediately taken him to the