Hu Xibing couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
The doctor glared at Chiang Xiao, having completely written her off as an ignorant and naughty child.
He lectured her for a bit longer, until a nurse outside called for him, and he left with a dark face. Before leaving, he turned his head back and added another word of advice, "Reflect on your behavior, both of you! Go and get them some porridge quickly!"
Chiang Xiao was at a loss for words.
With her fair, smooth face and slight apple cheeks, she had thought herself quite likable. She never expected to rub the doctor the wrong way today, especially to the point where he used her looks as a point of criticism while scolding her.
Hu Xibing finally burst into laughter.
Though the scolding had been severe, it was his first time seeing Chiang Xiao with such an expression, and he found it inexplicably hilarious.
Chiang Xiao glared at him, speechless.
Hu Xibing said, "That, Sister-in-law, I’m going to make a phone call and also buy something for Aunt Shi and Little Tiger to eat. Will you be ok here by yourself?"
"Are you calling the alliance team?"
"Yes, I’ll contact Captain Meng. I have to let him know you’re at the hospital, don’t I? And also to let Vice Captain Lei know. His mother and son are both here in the hospital, he might still be waiting for them."
"Alright, I’m fine, go ahead."
Chiang Xiao waved her hand. Once he left the room, she walked over to Little Tiger, touched his forehead, and found it still very warm. It seemed his fever wasn’t going to subside anytime soon.
"Little Tiger, do you feel very uncomfortable?"
Little Tiger shook his head, "Not very, I can bear it. I’m just worried about how my grandma is feeling."
"If you can bear it, then certainly your grandma can too."
Last night on the train, the lighting had been dim, and she had only seen Little Tiger’s bright eyes without paying much attention to his appearance. Now that she saw him clearly, she realized how thin he really was; he lacked the robustness typical of children and had a face so gaunt it’s almost without flesh.
And Aunt Shi’s face was even more sallow and ashy, with her hair already half white.
Without a close look, one might think she was just over fifty, but upon closer inspection, she seemed beyond sixty.
However, their clothes were painstakingly clean and tidy, patches meticulously sewn in place.