The key is that he didnāt know what illness she had, what if itās something serious? The first thing to do would certainly be to take her to the hospital.
Ye Yang carried Song Jiaqi out, and she weakly clutched onto his clothes, enduring her discomfort, saying, "Iām not wearing any clothes..."
"..."
He knew he shouldnāt laugh at a time like this, but he really couldnāt help it...
Almost couldnāt hold it in.
"Hey, Song Jiaqi, at a time like this, you still care about whether youāre wearing clothes or not?"
As a man, that wasnāt where his attention was at all! He was solely focused on getting her to the hospital first, not thinking about anything else.
"Of course..." Song Jiaqi replied sorrowfully.
Of course, she had to consider it!
Come on, she was completely in the buff underneath!
How could she go to the hospital like that!
"Really, thereās no need to go..." Leaning against him, Song Jiaqi felt much warmer, slightly relieved, "Xiaoxi is at home..."
"Xiaoxi is fine!" Ye Yang said with a tinge of regret, "Her fever broke, sheāll sleep till morning."
Even like this, she was still worrying about others.
The worst off right now was her.
"Iām worried..."
Ye Yang put her on the sofa first, "Sit for a bit, Iāll go talk to Xiaoxi. Sheās very smart and well-behaved."
Six-year-old Song Xiaoxi knew much more than most children her age.
Before long, he came down, picked Song Jiaqi up again: "Iāve already talked to Xiaoxi. She promised me that sheād sleep till morning and call me if anything happens, donāt worry."
Hearing him say that, Song Jiaqi felt somewhat reassured.
Usually, she wasnāt home much, Xiaoxi was often by herself, but she was indeed very clever and quick-witted, nothing would happen. Besides, it was nighttime, sheād be fine sleeping till morning.
Song Jiaqi felt dizzy, overwhelmed with nausea, and didnāt feel like talking much, feeling very weak overall.
She squinted her eyes and saw the outline of Ye Yangās face.
She felt light as air, while Ye Yang gave her a profound sense of strength, making her feel very safe.
While leaning in his arms, there was an illusion, as if he could carry her like that for a long time.
...
On the way to the hospital, Song Jiaqi still felt very uncomfortable, feeling a tightness in her chest, wanting to open the window for some air.
Ye Yang glanced at her occasionally, "Are you sure itās okay to be in the draft like this? Earlier, I noticed the AC in your room was set pretty low, you didnāt catch a cold, did you?"
"Stuffy..." Song Jiaqi leaned against him, eyes closed, "My chest feels tight... it feels suffocating."
Without saying anything, he increased the speed of the car.
Being midnight, there werenāt many cars on the road, and there was no traffic, so they reached the hospital faster than usual.
After parking, he carried Song Jiaqi out and quickly ran into the hospital, calling for a nurse, "Nurse! Sheās feeling really unwell, needs emergency care!"
The nurse on duty was momentarily stunned, "Arenāt you..."
"Ye Yang!" another nurse was about to exclaim.
"Shhā" Ye Yang gestured for them to stay quiet, "Hurry up, she needs emergency care!"
"Oh... oh! Iāll arrange it right away!"
After placing Song Jiaqi on a stretcher, he heard the nurses discussing behind him, "Did you see clearly?"
"Of course I saw clearly! Itās either Luāer or Song Jiaqi, I canāt not recognize them? They donāt even look alike..."
Yes, they were shocked!
If it were Luāer, wearing a bathrobe and being brought to the hospital in the middle of the night, they might understand, but how was it that it was...
Song Jiaqi?