"I'm fine, you should go back and rest for a bit. Xiao Yue can stay here to take care of things." Without further ado, Meng Jin picked up Mo Xiaolin and said, "Xiao Yue, you can take a rest on the hospital bed too."
Although the hospital bed wasn't big, Tang Yue's small frame could find comfort lying next to him.
"No worries, Dad. You should take Mom to rest." Tang Yue smiled with a grin and didn't feel too tired leaning against the side of the bed.
She whispered, "I'll take care of everything here, don't worry."
"Alright, I'll take her to rest first." Holding Mo Xiaolin, Meng Jin left, leaving Tang Yue and Meng Siyu alone in the ward. She felt Meng Siyu's forehead, finding that his fever had reduced significantly, then checked his temperature with a thermometer.
There was still a slight fever, but compared to the burning heat from before, it had decreased a lot.
