Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio
After work, he did not return to the castle, which he no longer wanted to step in. So he drove to Qin Garden again.
There lived his parents and his daughter, all of who were his only family now.
The moment he was in the hall, he heard the child crying loudly. That cries, one after another, cut his chest like a saw.
âWhatâs wrong?â Ye Hao rushed over, finding that the nanny was feeding milk to the child, who, however, did not eat but simply cried.
The nanny was helpless, saying, âThe little princess just woke up. I donât know why she cried then and was reluctant to drink milk.â
Ye Hao held Xixi in his arms and then patted her gently on the back, soothing his precious daughter.
Hearing cries, Xia Jingshu and the the old Mr. Ye also came out of the bedroom, quite anxious.
âWhatâs wrong with the kid? Is she sick? Go and fetch the thermometerâ¦â Seeing her granddaughterâs face turning red out of cries, Xia Jingshu felt unspeakable heartaches.
The old Mr. Ye frowned and asked, âWhatâs wrong? She was still good in the afternoon.â
The child was very obedient. How could she cry and make so many noises?
Only half a year old, Xixi shrank into her fatherâs arms, tugging her dadâs clothes tightly. She rested her head against dadâs chest, seeming to feel better like this.
The nanny quickly took the thermometer and held it against the childâs forehead, which suggested 38.9, meaning that the child was now of a high fever.
Seeing the temperature, the nanny felt quite worried and said, âThe child has a fever.â
Hearing the word âfeverâ, instead of saying anything, Ye Hao rushed out with the child in arms without stop. Xia Jingshu and the old Mr. Ye also followed closely out.
The two old people were sweating all over with anxiety and worry. They only have one precious granddaughter. If there was something wrong with her, they did not even want to live any longer.
Soon, they were on the way to the Ye City Childrenâs Hospital. As soon as they arrived, the hospital had arranged a pediatrician to examine her.
âDoctor, whatâs the matter with my granddaughter?â Xia Jingshu asked worriedly even before the doctor finished the examination.
The doctor input something on the computer, prescribed some medicine, and then said, âThe child has caught the flu, viral influenza. Iâve prescribed some medicine. However, since this six-month-old child has low immunity, I suggest that you let the child stay in the hospital to be observed closely. When the fever is down, you can take her home.â
Knowing that this was the Ye family, the richest family in Ye City, the doctor dared not make any mistakes. If it was a child of a normal family, he would let the child get injected and then take some medicine back home. The child in front of his eyes, however, was born with a golden spoon.
Ye Hao went directly to go through the admission procedures and let the child live in the best VIP ward. It was a minor illness though, for them, any uncomfortable feeling of the child would make them extremely worried.
In the evening, the nurse came to give Xixi two injections, after which Xixi finally calmed down a little. She lay in the white bed, one hand holding her dadâs fingers tightly and her eyes fixed on her dad.
Ye Hao sat on the bedside, accompanying her daughter all the time. Heartache and exhaust filled his eyes full.
Since birth, this was the first time she had been sick in the hospital.
As if knowing something by instinct, the child should get sick at this moment.
âDid you know that mom is away? Xixiâ¦â Looking at his daughter, Ye Hao felt extremely bad as if his heart were being gnawed by something.