Chapter 135: Yiling Falls Sick (1)

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Jian Yunnao had been depressed in the last few days. The incidents that he had gone through one after another had completely destroyed his faith and mentality.

He had followed his brother around like a zombie. It was as though he didn’t know his purpose for living.

If it weren’t for the possibility that his hand might get better, he probably wouldn’t even have the courage and will to keep on living.

However, a piece of good news had suddenly arrived. His surgery had been confirmed.

Jian Yunnao couldn’t help but laugh.

However, tears streamed out of his eyes as he laughed.

Jian Shuxing, Wen Nuan, and Jian Yuncheng all looked at him as he cried. Although they had a grave expression on their faces, they were all incredibly relieved.

After a while, when Jian Yunnao finally calmed down, Jian Shuxing turned around and said to Jian Yuncheng:

“We must ensure that this operation goes well. If it does turn out well, we really need to thank that surgeon.”

“I know that.” Jian Yuncheng didn’t need a reminder from his father. He knew what he had to do.

After the surgery was completed successfully, they would definitely pay the surgeon generously.

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The next morning, Jian Yiling didn’t get up at the same time that she usually did.

Grandma Jian headed over to Jian Yiling’s room and knocked on her door. There was no response.

“Darling, did you oversleep?”

“Darling, Grandma is a little worried about you. I’m coming in, okay?”

When Grandma Jian heard no reply, she opened the door and headed inside.

Jian Yiling’s room was entirely pink. She had a large princess bed. The large bed made her body appear smaller as she had curled up into a ball. Her blankets had been wrapped up around her.

Grandma Jian hurried forward and lifted some of the blankets off Jian Yiling. She was shocked when she touched Jian Yiling’s forehead.

“Why is it so hot?”

Grandma Jian started to shout in a panic: “Yumin! Old man! Yumin! Come over here!”

Jian Yumin was in the room next door. When Grandma Jian had called for him, he had been sleeping in. However, when he heard Grandma Jian’s voice, he immediately ran out of his room with his dark gray nightgown. He didn’t even have time to put on his slippers.

“Yumin, Yiling had a fever! She’s burning up!”

Fever?

Jian Yumin hurried forward and picked Jian Yiling up from her blankets.

As he was in a rush, he grabbed a blanket that had been wrapped around Jian Yiling’s body when he picked her up.

“Tell the chauffeur to get ready to drive to the hospital.”

Jian Yumin ordered as he carried Jian Yiling downstairs.

“Ugh…”

When Jian Yiling felt that someone was carrying her, she began to resist in her half-asleep and half-awake state.

“Shhh… Be good. It’s your brother. You’re having a fever. I’m taking you to the hospital. Don’t be scared. I’m not going to bully you.”

Jian Yumin a.s.sumed that he had left a bad impression on Jian Yiling. He thought that was the reason why she resisted him.

Whilst he carried Jian Yiling to the car, Jian Yumin attempted to comfort her.

Grandma Jian hastily followed after him. She couldn’t care whether or not Grandpa Jian kept up with her or not. She insisted on the chauffeur to drive to the hospital as fast as possible.

It didn’t matter how fast he drove. She would pay up all the violation tickets and fines that racked up.

Although Jian Yumin held Jian Yiling in his arms, his mind was still not at peace. Jian Yiling had her burrows tightly together and a heavy look on her face.

His sister was lighter than he expected. He felt that if he held her any tighter, he would accidentally snap her fragile body.

This was the first time that she didn’t cry when he held her. However, he would probably prefer her to be crying than to be sick.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor had told them that it was a common cold. She had a high degree of fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius and developed gastroenteritis.

The doctor immediately prescribed medicine for Jian Yiling and hooked her up to a drip.

It took a while for Jian Yiling’s burrows to gradually loosen. However, her small face was still pale and bloodless.