The next day, Nianyang continued to help out at the infirmary.
Today, Ni Jia was as friendly as usual.
But Nianyang sensitively sensed that the woman's gaze at her was filled with unclear meaning several times.
It was already noon when Nianyang was ready to leave, but outside in the lobby, the sound of Mei Yanfang's wailing could be heard,
"Help, someone, my son is not going to make it."
The medical staff put down their work and ran over, and Nianyang followed along unhurriedly.
Ni Jia asked, "Saozi Mei, what's wrong with Maomao?"
Mei Yanfang was holding her son, and Maomao's condition looked very bad, worse than yesterday, "Doctor Ni, why did my son get worse after you put him on a drip?
He started having diarrhea at midnight last night, about seven or eight times, and this morning he started to have a fever, burning hot!"
