A transparent little author is bound by an unreliable system and transmigrates into the story, landing right in a big shot's embrace.
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"Chuchu, wake up! We're going downstairs for breakfast!"
Lan Qingyue tried her best to coax Chuchu in a gentle voice, "Chuchu, after breakfast, we have to go complete the mission. Sister Xiaoyun will bring the mission card over later. Shall we go downstairs to eat first?"
"Oh no~~~"
Chu Chu, who usually has no resistance to food, refused for the first time. She stretched out her chubby arms and threw herself into Lan Qingyue's arms. Her body was soft and limp, and she was as obedient as could be when she was nestled in her arms.
"Chuchu, what's wrong? Haven't you had enough sleep yet?"
Lan Qingyue raised her hand to support Chu Chu's little head, somewhat puzzled. This little one went to bed quite early last night, and she is usually very energetic, rarely looking so listless.
Lan Qingyue asked, "Chuchu, what's wrong? Can you speak properly?"
Lan Qingyue was a little flustered. This was her first time seriously taking care of a child, and she had absolutely no experience. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was forced into it. Children are so fragile. What if she caused something bad to them? How could she explain it to the Chu family? How could she eliminate Chu Chu's resentment and return to the real world?
"Chuchu, are you sleepy or feeling unwell? Are you hungry? Do you want to have breakfast?"
"neat?"
No matter how Lan Qingyue asked, Chu Chu just nestled in her arms and shook her head weakly.
"What's wrong with Chu Chu?"
Lu Yan's mother came upstairs, reached out to feel Chu Chu's forehead, then touched her own forehead and said, "This child seems to have a slight fever. Has she caught a cold?"
"Fever?" Lan Qingyue also felt Chu Chu's forehead. The temperature was indeed too warm, which was abnormal. She asked Lu Yan's mother worriedly, "Big sister, what should we do? Should we give her some fever reducer?"
Children are so fragile. Suddenly, news reports of children with persistent high fevers leading to accidents flashed through her mind, making her palms sweat profusely. She frantically placed Chuchu on the bed, pacing anxiously. "Big sister, this...this...I have absolutely no experience taking care of children. This is my first time taking care of a child. What should I do?"
In her haste, Lan Qingyue almost let something slip.
Fortunately, Lu Yan's mother was also worried about Chu Chu and didn't think too much about it. She patted Lan Qingyue's hand and said, "Go to the bathroom and find some cold water to put on her forehead. I'll go downstairs and see if there's any children's medicine."
Lu Yan rarely gets a fever, so there's definitely no fever reducer at home. If all else fails, we'll have to take her to the clinic.
Lan Qingyue soaked a soft towel in cold water and placed it on Chu Chu's forehead. Then she touched Chu Chu's back. There was no sweat. Could it be that she caught a cold wind when she went out to play last night?
Lan Qingyue felt extremely remorseful for not changing her clothes when she returned.
As Lu Yan's mother went downstairs, she ran into Xiao Yun, who was running towards her with her usual bright smile. Xiao Yun was carrying a task card in her hand. Lu Yan's mother explained the situation directly to her, "Xiao Yun, Chu Chu has a fever. Does your production team have any children's fever reducers? If not, we'll have to take Chu Chu to the clinic. But it's so early in the morning, I don't know if the clinic is open yet. Did you see the clinic open on your way here?"
Although there are several clinics on the street, the doctors there stay in the county town at night and don't return until early the next morning. It's only a little past seven o'clock now, so there probably aren't any clinics open yet.