Mrs. Lin was so frightened that she dropped the food box aside, hurriedly holding her son, and screamed, "Son, son, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Ziqi already had a headache, and his mother's shouting pierced his eardrums, making his head throb as if someone were pounding it with a sledgehammer.
Qin Siyuan, who was studying hard in his room, was called over. He saw Lin Ziqi holding his ears tightly, lying on the ground, motionless, and his clothes soaked with sweat. Mrs. Lin was crying and begging everyone to take her son to the clinic.
Qin Siyuan and two classmates quickly carried him on their backs, and Mrs. Lin followed, crying and wailing that if something happened to her son, she wouldn't want to live anymore.
At the clinic, the doctor felt his pulse but didn't find anything. He checked the tongue and eyelids and only said that Lin Ziqi was probably too hot and overworked from studying, but it wasn't heat stroke.
