Xiuxiu brought Song Chengguang to the hospital, where the little guy's fever had soared to thirty-nine degrees; his little face was flushed red, and even the breath exhaled from his tiny mouth carried a strong heat, breaking Xiuxiu's heart.
Xiuxiu felt very guilty about this. She knew that Song Chengguang was a premature baby and had always made special efforts to enhance the little guy's resistance and immunity. Apart from the half month spent helping Zhao Nan recover from facial scars, Xiuxiu had Song Chengguang eat the translucent fruit from her space without skipping any. She thought she had raised the little guy to have a strong body and healthy teeth. Yet, this high fever came on quickly and fiercely, shattering her complacency utterly.
