Kendrick's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and determination. "Honey, let's stay here in the hospital, please." His eyes, usually so vibrant, were shadowed with concern.
Amelia, ever attuned to Kendrick's emotions, felt the weight of his anxiety. "I will listen to you," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.
Kendrick turned to Haitao, urgency lacing his words. "Haitao, please make all the arrangements, and do you have all the medicine she needs?"
Haitao, embodying calm professionalism, gave a reassuring smile. "With me here, just relax, okay? You are more worrisome than your wife," he teased, trying to lighten the mood as he walked briskly out of the consultation room to make the necessary arrangements.