Upon hearing it, Song Yunchi anxiously got up, fumbling as he started putting on his clothes, "What happened? What did the doctor say? Why won't the fever go down?"
"I'm not really sure..."
"Give the phone to Mengmeng."
He tilted his head, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, rapidly buttoning up his shirt with both hands.
All sleepiness vanished, his heart felt like it was being roasted over lava, he was unbearably anxious.
He wished he had wings to immediately fly back to Beijing, back to Lu Meng and Jingxing.
From the phone, he could faintly hear Lu Meng's sorrowful cries, and he could understand how she felt.
Jingxing has always been in good health, with all indicators since birth much better than his peers.
Never even had any illness, not even minor ones.
Now suddenly having a high fever, and it not going down, she must be very scared.
He hated himself, why at a time like this, he couldn't be by their side to support them.
