Ye Qiu didn't bother with the missing child case.
As lunchtime approached, Ye Qiu intended to stay and have lunch with the Zhao Ruxue sisters, but unexpectedly, his phone rang. It was Xia Lan calling.
Ye Qiu always had a sense of sympathy for this woman, perhaps because her husband's death was somewhat indirectly related to him.
"Xia Lan, it's me."
"Ye Qiu, where are you? Tiantian has been running a fever for many days now. No matter how many doctors we see, it just won't go away."
Running a fever for several days?
That's quite serious.
"Which hospital are you in right now?"
"We're at the People's Hospital."
Ye Qiu informed Zhao Ruxue and then left the neighborhood, driving to the hospital Xia Lan mentioned.
Upon entering the hospital, he called Xia Lan again.
Soon, he saw Xia Lan, dressed in a skirt and jacket, coming downstairs. She looked tense and haggard.
"What's the illness? Has the fever not subsided for days?"
