Mr Gu s First Doting Marriage

Chapter 592: Chapter 593: Wen Xiaochu Has a Son Now

Xia Yangyang got into the car.

The vehicle entered the complex and drove straight to the garden villa via an independent driveway.

The lights in the villa were all on.

When they got out of the car, the driver addressed old Zheng, “The master is not here these days, but there are sixteen nannies specifically charged with caring for the young master, so Miss Qi needn’t be worried.”

Xia Yangyang did not inquire about Gao Huizhi’s whereabouts.

As the head honcho, Gao Huizhi’s schedule was always secretive.

But having sixteen nannies was an excessive arrangement.

Xia Yangyang entered the house and headed straight upstairs.

Under the housekeeper’s guidance, she reached Xia Ye’s room.

Xia Ye was at that moment fast asleep.

He was always very peaceful when he slept.

He always liked to sleep on his left side.

Frankly, Xia Ye’s sleeping habits were very similar to those of Gu Qichen.

Gu Qichen was someone who couldn’t sleep on his right side.

Xia Yangyang sat down by the bed and gently touched Xia Ye’s soft hair.

Xia Yangyang finally felt her restless heart calming down, tranquilly returning to its chamber.

Xia Ye was indeed her pacifier.

However, looking at Xia Ye’s face, Xia Yangyang suddenly sensed something wrong.

His cheeks were flushed.

Xia Yangyang hastily placed her hand on Xia Ye’s forehead.

It was burning hot.

Xia Ye was running a high fever.

This was a chronic issue with Xia Ye.

If he slept too long, he often ran a fever.

The longer the fever, the longer he slept. It was a vicious cycle.

Just then, a nanny assigned to care for Xia Ye entered the room.

Xia Yangyang turned her head and asked, “How long has he been asleep?”

“The young master has been asleep for 22 hours.”

It wasn’t normal for Xia Ye to sleep more than 18 hours.

The nanny, having noticed what was wrong with Xia Ye, hastily stated, “Miss Qi, the young master was fine just a while ago, without any signs of fever, how could he suddenly…”

Xia Yangyang spoke, “Don’t blame yourself, but we need to get to the hospital immediately.”

This was the nature of Xia Ye’s peculiar illness. He either didn’t have a fever or, if he did, it set on aggressively.

Sometimes it sprung up without any warning.

Gu Zhaohan once summed up this condition as neurogenic fever.

Physical cooling methods generally wouldn’t work.

As Xia Ye was fast asleep, he couldn’t take medication, which meant he had to go to the hospital to get an IV drip.

Before Zheng’s car could park, it already left Sinan Mansion.

In the end, they arrived at Jingci Hospital.

At this point, Xia Yangyang couldn’t bother with anything else.

Once, Xia Ye developed pneumonia from a fever during his long sleep, which took about half a year to treat.

Xia Ye was burning up now, and Xia Yangyang couldn’t determine the situation.

They could only go to the emergency room at night.

However, Xia Yangyang didn’t expect to run into an acquaintance in the ER.

Wen Xiaochu seemed truly surprised when she saw Xia Yangyang.

However, there was no time for catching up. Xia Yangyang quickly explained the situation.

It was utter chaos.

Xia Ye had a high fever, was under medication, and needed an IV drip.

But there was no room in the infusion area. Wen Xiaochu said, “Let’s go to my rest dormitory.”

There was a doctor’s rest room next to the emergency room.

Doctors on shift often slept there.

So, there was a bunk bed inside.

Xia Yangyang and Wen Xiaochu entered together.

To their surprise, a little boy was playing games on the lower bunk.

Xia Yangyang was taken aback slightly.

But Wen Xiaochu very naturally spoke, “This is my son, Wen Quan.”

After saying this, Wen Xiaochu directed, “Xiao Quan, stop playing with your phone and go sleep on the upper bunk. Give the lower bunk to your brother.”

Wen Quan lifted his head, clambered from the bed, and walked straight to Xia Yangyang. He asked in his crisp voice, “Who’s this pretty auntie?”

“This is Auntie Yangyang, mommy’s good friend.”

“Hello, Auntie Yangyang.”

“Hello.”

Xia Yangyang had never expected that Wen Xiaochu would have a son who is almost the same age as Xia Ye.