Chapter 65 ICU

The ambulance stopped downstairs, and the stretcher was brought out. Wang Zhao, with her great strength, directly carried Li Zhenguan onto the vehicle.

However, the space inside the ambulance was very small and couldn’t accommodate so many people. Wang Zhao let Yang uncle hold the child and get in first, while she drove her own car following the ambulance.

The police also arrived downstairs, inquiring about the basic situation and preparing to go to the hospital together.

On the ambulance, perhaps due to the unfamiliar environment or the people around, the child in Yang uncle’s arms, who had just calmed down, started crying again. He felt a bit anxious, looking at Li Zhenguan who was already wearing a respirator on the stretcher, while feeling Wang Wen’s forehead, which seemed to have gotten hotter.

A child having a fever for too long could be problematic. The doctor on the vehicle also noticed something was wrong with the child, felt his forehead, frowned, and took out a thermometer to measure his temperature.

When they arrived at the hospital entrance, Yang uncle removed the thermometer and looked at it.

Thirty-eight point nine degrees, considered a high fever.

He handed the thermometer to one of the doctors. The doctor glanced at it, saw the scale, and said, “You should take the child to the pediatric department first. Generally, this temperature doesn’t require an injection. Just get some medicine to take and see how it goes.”

For children, injections are not always the best option, and Wang Wen was still young. Physical cooling methods were better than using antibiotics.

Yang uncle nodded and called Wang Zhao to explain the situation, and also remembered to ask Wang Zhao to bring some more things from home.

When he packed the luggage earlier, he didn’t think much and only brought things like milk powder. He didn’t bring any of Wang Wen’s daily toiletries. The hospital was a place with many bacteria, and the child was too young to use things there. He also wasn’t comfortable using the hospital’s items.

On Wang Zhao’s side, after receiving the call, despite her urgency, she didn’t show it on her face. After inquiring about Li Zhenguan and the child’s current situation, she made a U-turn and went back home to pack things.

Besides the child’s items, she also needed to bring some of Li Zhenguan’s things. She had stayed in the hospital with Li Zhenguan before, so she packed in a fairly orderly manner.

However, while packing the suitcase, she found a bottle on the floor in front of the bedside table. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was sleeping pills. A few pills had fallen onto the carpet, but the bottle was already empty. It seemed that quite a few pills from this bottle had been consumed.

Wang Zhao tightly gripped the bottle, half-squatting by the bed for a while. During this time, she didn’t know what she was thinking, but she couldn’t help but press her brow and sigh, mentally calling out a person’s name.

Zhenguan, she really didn’t know what to do with him now.

She squatted for a while before standing up and immediately calling Yang uncle, saying she had found a nearly empty bottle of sleeping pills in the room. She asked him to inform the doctors about this, suspecting that Li Zhenguan had not only cut his wrists but also taken quite a few sleeping pills.

He really didn’t leave himself any way out.

After hanging up, Wang Zhao didn’t immediately rush to the hospital. She sat on the bed for a long time. The wall clock in the room ticked away, and she felt her heart calm down before taking the packed suitcase, getting in the car, and driving towards the hospital.

When she arrived, Li Zhenguan had already entered the operating room. Yang uncle was sitting in the corridor holding the child. Seeing her, he quickly came over: “The young master has already entered the operating room. I’ve told them about the sleeping pills, and the doctors have done an examination and said they need to pump his stomach.”

Wang Zhao felt somewhat tired. She nodded, took the child from Yang uncle’s arms, and felt Wang Wen’s forehead. It was still a bit hot. The child was sleeping with closed eyes, but not peacefully, and his little lips had become somewhat dry.

“Has the child seen a doctor?” she inquired.

“Yes.” Yang uncle was still holding a bag of medicine. “They prescribed some fever-reducing medication. I’ve just given some to Wenwen. The doctor said to wait two hours to see the effect. If it doesn’t work, he’ll need an injection.”

He explained: “The doctor said it’s best not to use IV drips for Wenwen at this age. Using too many antibiotics is not good for a child’s immune system. If the fever goes down after taking the oral medication, that would be best.”

It was only because the fever was approaching thirty-nine degrees, considered high, that the doctor prescribed medication. Otherwise, for around thirty-eight degrees, physical cooling methods would suffice, using a towel with a bit of alcohol to cool the child down.

Wang Zhao nodded, unable to resist nuzzling her cheek against the sleeping child.

This was the first time Wang Wen had fallen ill in the middle of the night. Since birth, this child had always been in good health. It was only tonight that he suddenly developed a fever, waking Yang uncle, who then discovered that Li Zhenguan had gotten into trouble.

Yang uncle was still marveling at the father-son bond, guessing that it must have been Wenwen sensing something was wrong with his father. Wang Zhao didn’t say anything, just tightened her hold on the child.

As it was around four in the morning, the hospital corridor seemed quite quiet. Wang Zhao handed the child back to Yang uncle, telling him to take the child home first.

“There are too many bacteria in the hospital, and Wenwen is still young with a weak immune system. I’ve been thinking, it’s better for Wenwen to go home. If the high fever doesn’t subside, we can bring him back to the hospital later,” Wang Zhao said.

For young children, it’s best to avoid hospitals as much as possible. Even adults feel uncomfortable here, let alone infants.

Yang uncle hesitated for a moment: “Should we call Miss Li and Madam Li?” To be honest, his true employer was Madam Li, and with such a big incident, he couldn’t not say anything. However, he still wanted to ask Wang Zhao’s opinion first.

Wang Zhao glanced at the operating room: “I’ll call them when it’s daylight. Dad and the others aren’t awake yet. By the time they wake up, Zhenguan should be out of surgery. This way, we can avoid making them worry now.”

Yang uncle agreed that this made sense, so he prepared to take the child home first. It was difficult to get a ride at this time, so he waited at the hospital for about half an hour before a driver accepted the ride.