Mo Yunqi immediately drove the car, rushing Xiao Tian to the hospital overnight.
Chi Xiaoyu followed closely by the side, holding him tightly in her arms.
She felt an inexplicable closeness to this child, a reason that was hard to articulate.
Holding him, she pressed her face against his.
His soft cheeks were a bit warm.
"Mom, drive faster, he has a fever, his forehead is very hot!"
"Okay! Don't worry, the child doesn't have any apparent bleeding wounds, he shouldn't be seriously injured," Mo Yunqi comforted her.
"But he's unconscious, I'm so worried!"
Chi Xiaoyu said anxiously.
Soon, Xiao Tian was taken to the hospital, and while going through the admission procedures, a nurse asked, "Which one of you is the patient's parent?"
"It's me..." Chi Xiaoyu replied anxiously.
"Then please sign your name here, fill in the child's age, blood type, and any history of allergies the child has..." the nurse instructed.