After hanging up the phone, Zheng Haoyu saw Yixin and Yiqiao exit the sickroom, "What happened?"
"Mommy just spoke, we asked the doctor to go in," Yiqiao said worriedly.
Zheng Haoyu looked through the glass window to see doctors checking on Su Nian. His heart soared helplessly. He was hopeful the doctors from London could arrive soon. Su Nian's health had always been their responsibility; they would definitely understand Su Nian's condition better than these doctors.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng. Miss Su hasn't shown any signs of waking up. We've administered another fever-reducing injection in hopes her temperature will decrease," said Zhi Chengping, as he mopped the sweat from his forehead, in a careful manner.
Zheng Haoyu waved his hand, motioning him to leave the room and looked at Su Nian who was on the hospital bed, delirious with fever. His heart was clenching. Suddenly he burst out, "If Su Nian doesn't recover, none of you doctors will keep your medical licenses!"
