Huo Qichang looked at Zhong Qin.

Zhong Qin looked at Ye Bai, "Ye Bai, I—"

Ye Bai looked at Zhong Qin, "After all, it’s not your own heart. Even if it matches, if problems arise, it’s very troublesome to handle."

Zhong Qin, "..."

The old man looked at Huo Qichang, "Qichang, take Xiaoqin back to her room to rest."

Huo Qichang looked at Zhong Qin, "Xiaoqin, let me take you back to your room."

Zhong Qin glanced at Huo Qichang, then looked at Ye Bai, her heart was tense, "I’ll just take a quick look and leave."

Ye Bai, "I do not recommend you to see it."

Zhong Qin looked at Ye Bai without speaking again, and followed Huo Qichang toward the stairs.

The old man didn’t have time to speak before Ye Bai looked at him, "You have high blood pressure and other conditions. Let him relax here, not to give him stress."

The old man, "..."

Ye Bai looked at Uncle Guan, "Help the old man to rest."

Uncle Guan looked at the old man, "Old man, go take a rest."

The old man took several deep breaths, glanced at the door of Huo Jinnan’s bedroom, leaned on his cane, and slowly went downstairs.

Once in the living room, he sat on the sofa, not returning to his room, and looked at Uncle Guan, "Go make a pot of tea."

Uncle Guan responded and went to make tea.

The old man drank tea while watching the clock on the wall, becoming more awake. Boss got through it, he wondered if the second child could.

After all, it’s a virus, anything unexpected could happen!

Just like with vaccines, the same vaccine can cause issues in some children, from mild fever and diarrhea to severe...

His breathing gradually deepened, sitting there with his eyes closed.

...

Time ticked by, Qin Huan sat beside, holding Huo Jinnan’s hand, looking at him, time seemed infinitely stretched, and even a second felt extremely hard to endure.

The little one glanced at Huo Jinnan, then at Qin Huan, "Huanhuan, look at dad, his complexion is much better than Uncle’s. I believe dad will wake up soon."

As soon as the words fell, he grasped Qin Huan’s other hand, which was unexpectedly cold.

Feeling the warm temperature on the little one’s hand, Qin Huan came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and forced a smile at the little one, rebuilding her confidence.

After a while, Xiaoliao suddenly opened his eyes and started to cry.

Qin Huan walked to the crib, picked up Xiaoliao, and sat beside Huo Jinnan to feed him.

Xiaoliao quickly ate his fill and looked in Huo Jinnan’s direction.

Qin Huan, "Say daddy."

Xiaoliao looked at Huo Jinnan, surprisingly struggled to crawl onto him, "da-da—"

Qin Huan let Xiaoliao go.

Xiaoliao crawled onto Huo Jinnan, kicked the spot on his leg, and crawled from his abdomen to his neck, staring at his movements, then lowered his head to quietly look at Huo Jinnan.

Huo Jinnan lay there without a hint of reaction.

Xiaoliao started talking, "!@#￥...%￥&..."

After speaking for a while, he looked at Huo Jinnan and stopped talking, just quietly staring.

Qin Huan picked up Xiaoliao, "Be good and go to sleep."

Xiaoliao, as if remembering dad’s reminder, lay in the crib, neither crying nor making noise, and soon closed his eyes.

Qin Huan tucked him into his sleeping bag, turned back to look at the little one and Huo Jinnan.

The little one sat there, looking at Huo Jinnan.

Qin Huan walked over, sat beside, and smiled at Huo Jinnan, "Fu Chengyang, I want to keep writing our story, make it into ’Provoking Huo #3, #4, #5, #6, #7...’, until I can no longer write."