Shengli was also worried and wanted to follow, but judging by Haoran's expression, maybe he shouldn't.
"I don't want to…"
"Too bad."
Zixuan didn't have the energy to fight. His body relaxed against Haoran's chest, his eyes fluttering shut as he was carried out.
Haoran placed him in the passenger seat, fastened the seatbelt, and got behind the wheel.
He didn't bother with traffic lights as he sped off at full speed.
By the time they reached, Zixuan had already drifted off—his face pale and his breathing shallow.
Inside the emergency room, the doctor ran a few quick checks, taking blood samples and vitals. Haoran stood near the bed, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
The doctor came out. "President Li, drinking alcohol is forbidden during pregnancy."
Haoran nodded stiffly, his throat tight. "I wasn't there to stop him. Just tell me—are the baby and he fine?"
