You Will Regret It

Mu Xiaoxiao snuggled into his chest as though she wanted to worm her way into his chest.

Yin Shaojie noticed that her lips were dry. She had just had water, and they had dried up so quickly. He took up the glass again and motioned for her to drink up once more.

Han Qiqing had been sick before as well and she knew how uncomfortable it was. She said to Yin Shaojie hurriedly, "You should bring her to the hospital. She should get better soon once she's placed on a drip."

"I don't want to be placed on a drip…"

Yin Shaojie looked at them and replied, "We're not going to the hospital. I'll bring her home and have the family doctor see her."

No one liked the smell of the hospital. Also, for a minor sickness such as a cold, there was no difference in having a family doctor come over to examine her.

"Hurry and bring her back then."

Yin Shaojie turned his head to the side and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao. "Can you still walk?" he asked.