The next morning, Song Ci got up and prepared to go to work. When he came down, he saw Aunt Yang talking to Grandma anxiously.
She casually asked, "Aunt Yang, what's wrong?"
"Hey, Madam, you're up." Aunt Yang saw that Madam had gotten up and hurried over.
"Well, I see you look anxious, what happened?"
"It's just that the young lady hasn't gotten up to go to school yet. I'm a little worried."
"You should just wake her up. She might have overslept."
"I knocked several times, but there was no response. I don't know what the lady is doing in there."
"The young lady has never been like this before. I don't know what happened to her today." She rubbed her hands and said with some concern.
Song Ci thought about it, worried that something might happen to her, and immediately glanced upstairs: "I'll go up and call her."
Aunt Yang followed her upstairs and when they arrived at the door, Song Ci knocked a few times, but there was no response. She frowned and turned the doorknob, but the door was locked.
"Is there any spare key at home?" Song Ci asked.
"Yes." Aunt Yang said immediately, then turned around to find the spare key and gave it to Song Ci.
"The young lady hates people entering her room without permission. Isn't it inappropriate for us to open the door like this?" Aunt Yang asked worriedly when she saw her opening the door.
"Being angry is better than getting into trouble. If she blames me, I will take the responsibility." Song Ci said indifferently.
"Madam, you are so kind. In the future, the young lady will see your sincerity." Aunt Yang has liked the young lady since the first day she came. She feels that she and the young master are a perfect match and will definitely live happily in the future.
Although the young lady doesn't like the young lady very much at the moment, her thoughts will change over time. She thinks, who wouldn't like a young lady like her?
Song Ci smiled and didn't respond. The door opened and two people went in.
After the two of them entered, they saw Mu Yanran lying on the bed. Song Ci went over and shook her a few times, but the person on the bed didn't move at all. She looked at her slightly red face and felt something was wrong. She touched her and found that she had a fever.
"Why is it so hot?"
"Oh, miss, are you having a fever?"
"Go call the family doctor."
"Yes, I'll go right away." Aunt Yang hurried downstairs and made a fuss.
Song Ci sighed helplessly. What a little girl! She really can't take care of herself.
I lowered her temperature with a towel, waited for the family doctor to come, gave her an IV, prescribed some medicine, and then she passed away.
Everyone in the room looked at the person on the bed, feeling a little worried. Grandma looked at her granddaughter with a worried look on her face.
"Ranran hasn't had a fever in a long time." Grandma said distressedly. Although her granddaughter had been sensible over the years, she was still distressed. She saw it with her own eyes and felt pain in her heart, but what could she do? She could only give her what she wanted.
"The young lady may have caught a cold last night." Aunt Yang echoed.
"Grandma, Aunt Yang, don't worry. The doctor has checked it and there shouldn't be any big problem." Song Ci comforted.
"Well, thanks to you. If you weren't at home, I wouldn't know what to do." Then he said, "You go to work. Aunt Yang and I will be at home."
Song Ci looked at the person on the bed, then at his grandmother: "No, I don't have anything important to do anyway. I can just let the staff stay over there. I'll be at home."
"If you have something to do, just go ahead and do it. You really don't have to stay home."
"Grandma, okay, today doesn't matter. I'll let Mu Jingjue make it up to me later." She teased her grandma mischievously.
"That's fine. Wait until he comes back. I'll make sure he makes it up to you."
"Um."
"You guys go sit downstairs. Aunt Yang will make some porridge for Yanran and give it to her when she wakes up."
"Hey, I'll go right away."
Then she helped her grandmother downstairs and stayed alone in her room watching the IV drip to see when it would run out.
She propped up her chin with a bored look and played with her cell phone.
She didn't notice that the patient on the bed had woken up at some point. She felt weak all over and looked at the person next to her in a daze.
She was overwhelmed with emotions. She had said that to her last night, and she was still here looking at her. Didn't she hold a grudge?
It seemed like she hadn't felt this way for a long time, um, the feeling of being cared for and looked after by her mother?
The word "mother" suddenly popped up in her mind, and she was stunned.
Then, he was unwilling to admit it, turned his head away and stopped looking at her.
Song Ci noticed the movement on the bed. Seeing that the medicine was almost finished, she followed the doctor's instructions and gently gave her the IV drip.
Looking at the pale little girl, she sighed.
This person looks pitiful when he is sick.
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