800: Don't Let Daddy Touch It

Don't Let Daddy Touch It

In the car, the atmosphere was somewhat cold. Other than the little boy's breathing, there was only the sound of the wind.2

Mo Boyuan had been holding his wife's hand tightly. As expected, his wife began to cry silently in the next moment.

The thing that Mo Boyuan couldn't stand the most since he was young was his wife's tears:

"Don't cry. Your son will be fine."

A man would never let his beloved woman cry in front of him!

His fingers gently wiped the tears from the corner of Jiang Tingxu's eyes. His eyes were filled with heartache as he pulled her into his embrace:

"It's okay. Trust me."

Had he not comforted her, she would have been able to control her sobbing. Once he did, however, Jiang Tingxu's tears came pouring down her cheeks.

Mo Boyuan's heart ached terribly. Firmly, as if to give her assurance, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

Gu Ranzhi watched this scene from the rearview mirror. The corners of his lips twitched as he tried to find something to say - something that would alleviate their worries. But he could not find the words. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator resolutely.

The provincial hospital had already received the news in advance. The doctors and nurses had long been prepared to stand at the door and wait.

The car drove very fast, and it had indeed shortened the time by at least two-thirds as they arrived in less than twenty minutes.

The car came to a stop, and the doctor and nurse ran forward.

Mo Boyuan carefully carried his sleeping son from his wife's arms before getting out of the car. He did not hand him over to the doctor and said coldly,

"Lead the way!"

"Young Master Mo, this way."

...

After several examinations, the little boy woke up halfway and cried for his mother. He was in great distress.

To facilitate the examination, Mo Boyuan and Jiang Tingxu were invited in.

Gu Ranzhi was not idle either; he registered, took the list, went to collect the medicine, and helped the couple run errands while they looked after their child.

Fortunately, all the results were good.

"The child was saved in time after falling into the water. His lungs were not infected, but he choked on a few mouthfuls of water. Therefore, his throat will be inflamed and uncomfortable for the next few days. At the same time, it will be accompanied by a fever. Ensure that he stays well hydrated, tastes his medicine and gets plenty of rest. He will heal faster this way."

Mo Boyuan nodded:

"Okay, thank you, Doctor."

When he heard that the child was fine, Mo Boyuan heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Otherwise, the child's mother would have been devastated.

To begin with, Jiang Tingxu was a doctor. She performed the initial examination and knew that her son was fine. However, this was just her objective judgment as a doctor. It did not stop her from being worried about her son.

After all, she was a mother first and a doctor second.

No matter how rational a person could be, it was only natural that she broke down in worry when faced with such a distressing situation.

The child was her flesh and blood.

After they came out of the examination room, a nurse brought them to the ward where their child was:

"Mr Mo, Mrs Mo, this way."

When they arrived at the VIP Ward, the environment was much better than the multi-patient ward.

Unlike the normal wards that were painted with white walls on all four sides, the decoration of the VIP Ward was probably similar to the decoration of the hotel rooms outside.

Of course, the higher the level of the hospital, the better the quality of the VIP rooms would be. There was no doubt about that.

In recovery, the child only needed his mom. Whenever he saw his father, he would cry.

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