Tang Wan rushed Jiang Jinsang directly to the Hospital after notifying Zhou Zhongqing in advance. Upon admission, they administered two IV bags.
"How did things turn out this way?" Zhou Zhongqing frowned, "In such cold weather, his body, still going back and forth between indoors and outdoors, his health just began to improve, and now he's recklessly exhausting himself like this."
In his search for the child, inevitably he became anxious; he broke into sweat and endured the alternating bouts of hot and cold, which naturally his body couldn't withstand.
"Is he alright?" Tang Wan looked worriedly.
"Let's wait for the two bags to finish, then observe a bit more. He should be fine," Zhou Zhongqing said, looking at the person on the bed and couldn't help shaking his head, "You rascal, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
Jiang Jinsang had already started to feel better, leaning against the headboard. He didn't argue against his "scolding."
