An Yuan'er's illness can be described as serious or not.
Typhoid fever isn't a serious illness; the problem is that An Yuan'er didn't want to take the medicine. Now that she's taken it, it's only a matter of time before she gets better.
Yi Chenli quietly stayed with An Yuan'er for a while.
Voices could be heard at the doorway, accompanied by footsteps.
"Guoguo, you can go now. Leave Miss here to me."
"Yes, sir."
Guoguo went downstairs, and An Chaoli was about to enter the room with a bowl of medicine in his hand.
If we still can't get Yuan'er to drink the medicine tonight, then we'll have to force-feed her tomorrow.
The person is about to enter, and Yi Chenli must leave immediately.
Sadly, he won't live to see her get better. But it's good that she recovers.
Yi Chenli took one last look at An Yuan'er, and gently kissed her forehead with lingering affection: "Round and chubby, wait for me!"
Just before An Chaoli pushed open the door, Yi Chenli slipped out the window and left.
He came quietly and left quietly, without leaving a trace.
An Chaoli entered the room, and a cool breeze blew in through the window.
"Huh? When I left, the doors and windows were all closed. Who opened the window again?" An Chaoli went to the window and closed it again.
He held the medicine with a slight frown, praying in his heart that his daughter would actually drink it this time.
The old father had only been sitting on the edge of the bed for a short while when the small body on the bed suddenly kicked the blanket impatiently.
"Yuan'er, you?"
For two whole days and two nights, Xiao Yuan'er showed no reaction. This discovery delighted An Chaoli.
He put down the medicine bowl and tentatively touched An Yuan'er's forehead. Although her forehead was still slightly hot, it had subsided considerably compared to before.
After An Yuan'er took the medicine, her body started to sweat. Only then did she realize that the blanket was too thick, and she moved her body uncomfortably.
In her dazed state, An Yuan'er felt as if he had come and fed her medicine. She knew he wouldn't abandon her.
This discovery secretly delighted An Yuan'er.
An Yuan'er tried to open her eyes wider, wanting to see more clearly so she could ask him why he was sending her away when he clearly cared about her.
An Yuan'er suddenly stuck her little fist out from under the covers and punched the big face in front of her, saying coquettishly, "Here's a little punch for you, for leaving me behind."
The little girl is very spoiled, and her elderly father is caught in the crossfire for no reason.
The elderly father was about to cover his daughter with the blanket when, unexpectedly, his daughter, who was on the verge of death, suddenly punched him.
An Yuan'er was sick and not very strong. But even at such close range, she could still feel the blow.
The old father was both shocked and delighted, and cried out, "My dear daughter, you're trying to murder your own father! When has your father ever abandoned you?"
An Yuan'er opened her eyes, and her vision slowly began to focus clearly.
The person in front of him had changed from Yi Chenli's handsome appearance to the face of a middle-aged man.
Although the middle-aged man wasn't ugly and was well-maintained, he still paled in comparison to Yi Chenli, a young man.
An Yuan'er responded softly, "Father, it's you."
An Chaoli didn't react for a moment: "If it's not your biological father, who else do you think it is?"
An Chaoli was also a little puzzled. How could his daughter have suddenly gotten better? Could it be that a miracle had really happened?
Although An Yuan'er's consciousness was hazy, her intuition told her that someone must have fed her medicine.
She tentatively asked, "Father, were you here the whole time? Did you give Yuan'er the medicine?"
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