Chapter 927 - 927 913 Do You Have the Heart (4)

Chapter 927: 913, Do You Have the Heart? (4) Chapter 927: 913, Do You Have the Heart? (4) “The two young masters need to get a shot to bring down the fever, or else the situation might worsen in the latter half of the night,” the doctor said after the examination.

“Do they really have to get a shot?” Rhee couldn’t bear it, wishing she were the one with the fever, rather than seeing the little treasures endure the pain of an injection.

“It would be best to get a shot,” the doctor advised. “Pills would work slower to bring down the fever, and the biggest fear is that they take too long to become effective, leading to a high fever, which would not be good.”

“Rhee, listen to the doctor,” Quan Hao said softly.

Rhee nodded, looking at the little treasures with a pained heart.

The doctor took out a syringe from the medicine box, while the elder Quan family members all looked away, unable to bear watching.

Quan Mingxuan hugged nineteen tightly with one hand and pulled down the corner of his trousers, as the doctor stepped forward, the sharp needle aiming for Nineteen’s tender skin.

As the needle went in, Nineteen burst into loud cries, gasping for breath, “Mommy hug, Nineteen wants Mommy.”

“Nineteen, don’t cry, let’s go find Daddy, okay? Uncle will call Daddy for you,” Quan Mingxuan handed Nineteen over to the elder Quan and took out his cell phone to call Quan Jingwu.

The phone rang several times without answer.

Quan Mingxuan frowned and was about to hang up to call Jian Luo when Quan Jingwu’s voice suddenly came from the other end.

“What’s up?”

“Jingwu, seventeen and Nineteen have fevers, they’ve been crying for you and Jian Qing, why don’t you come back first? The doctor is giving them shots,” Quan Mingxuan hurriedly spoke, listening to his hoarse voice.

“Since you left, seventeen and Nineteen have had poor appetites, they’ve been uncomfortable with their stomachs for the past few days, took some pills, and now suddenly they have fevers in the middle of the night, constantly crying.”

Through the phone, Quan Jingwu heard the cries of seventeen and Nineteen, and the calm in his eyes shattered, his fingers clutching his cell phone tightened.

After a moment of silence, he said huskily, “Please take care of them for me.”

“Jingwu, you…”

Quan Mingxuan didn’t finish his sentence before the call was disconnected.

“What did Third Brother say, when is he coming back?” Quan Yifei came over and asked.

Quan Mingxuan shook his head, “He can’t come back for now.”

In Jingwu’s heart, no one could measure up to Jian Qing, it’s been half a month and Jian Qing is still missing, Jingwu must be suffering day and night as well.

“Then what about seventeen and them?” Quan Yifei uttered disconsolately, “Second Brother, why don’t you call Jian Luo and them? This can’t go on like this; if Sister-in-law comes back and sees seventeen and them looking so haggard, she’ll be upset.”

This past half a month, she hadn’t seen the little treasures smile even once, sometimes they were so sensible it really hurt.

Quan Mingxuan, “That’s all we can do now.”

He picked up the phone again and called Jian Luo. The phone was answered after just a couple of rings, “Jian Luo.”

“Mingxuan, why are you calling me so late?” Jian Luo was surprised to receive Quan Mingxuan’s call.

At this hour, it should be midnight in Beijing; why would he call him now?

“Jian Luo, seventeen and them suddenly got sick with fevers.”

“What?”

Jian Luo stood up abruptly, his excessive reaction left Black Jack and the others baffled.

“Did you see a doctor? Is it serious?”

Quan Mingxuan said, “The doctor just gave them shots, but seventeen and them have been crying for Jingwu and Jian Qing.”

Jian Luo’s gaze darkened slightly, “Got it.”

After a few words with Quan Mingxuan, Jian Luo hung up the phone. Black Jack looked at him, asking, “What happened?”

Jian Luo was silent, a look of determination crossing his eyes.

He jumped off the boat, Black Jack and Bai Jue exchanged glances and quickly followed.

After pulling Shen Hao aside to ask for Quan Jingwu’s location, Jian Luo briskly walked over and stopped beside him.

“Quan Jingwu, it’s been more than half a month, it’s enough. Let’s go back,” he said.

For more than half a month, they had almost turned over the surrounding sea area, yet still couldn’t find any trace of his sister here, which could only mean she wasn’t in this place.

Seeing him remain silent, Jian Luo continued, “My sister isn’t here now, seventeen and them haven’t seen you for half a month. I heard from Mingxuan they got fevers in the middle of the night, let’s go back to see them first. Don’t forget, seventeen and Nineteen are your children with my sister.”

“No one is more important than her,” Quan Jingwu said, looking at the damaged bracelet, his thin lips lightly opening.

No matter how long it took, he would keep searching.

Without her, nothing had any meaning for him.

“Quan Jingwu, be sensible, don’t you want seventeen and Nineteen? They are just one year old, getting sick and feverish in the middle of the night with neither you nor my sister there, what should they do? Can you bear to watch them cry all night?” Jian Luo pressed down on his shoulder, his voice low and gravelly.

“If something happens to seventeen and them, can you forgive yourself, can you explain it to my sister?”

The mastermind behind the attempt on his sister’s life had not been revealed yet. What if those people took advantage of their absence from Beijing to harm the little ones? If not for Mingxuan’s call just now, he would have almost forgotten this point.

Seeing Quan Jingwu unmoved, Jian Luo became furious and took out his phone to invite Quan Mingxuan for a video call.

Suddenly, amidst the darkness of the screen, crying could be heard.

Jian Luo and the others instantly recognized the cries as those of the little treasures. Quan Mingxuan’s face entered the video, and the next second, the video switched to show seventeen and Nineteen.

Seeing the little treasures crying and looking like teary messes, Jian Luo’s eyes welled up.

“Quan Jingwu, look for yourself.” He forcefully thrust the phone into Jingwu’s hands, then pulled Black Jack and the others to the side.

“Daddy, Daddy hug,” seeing Quan Jingwu appear in the video, seventeen and Nineteen stretched out their little hands towards him, golden tears falling continuously, scalding Quan Jingwu’s heart.

“Jingwu, say something to seventeen and them,” Quan Mingxuan said as he watched the little ones crying so hard they could barely breathe.

“Daddy…”

Seeing that Quan Jingwu didn’t hug them, seventeen cried harder than ever; when he did cry, it was earth-shattering.

Quan Jingwu lowered his gaze to the little ones in the video, especially when he saw the eyebrows and eyes similar to Jian Qing on seventeen, and the face identical to Jian Qing’s on Nineteen, his numbed heart suddenly twisted into a knot, a pain piercing through it.

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