Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 147 - 146: The Living Yama Panics! My Son Has a High Fever, Divine Spring Repels the Enemy!
Night had fallen deep.
Since returning from school, Gu Yanshen hadn’t said a word.
He sat on a small stool, wiping his military boots over and over again.
In the lamp light, his tense profile seemed to be carved out with a knife.
In the office, Liu Jian Country’s poisoned threat still echoed in his ears.
"You and your two little brats, just wait for me!"
"Crack."
The shoe brush in Gu Yanshen’s hand was snapped in half by his grip.
Lin Wanyi walked over and crouched down.
She took the broken half brush from his hand.
Then picked up another intact one and lowered her head, continuing to polish the other boot for him.
She said nothing.
Just cleaned very seriously, very meticulously.
Gu Yanshen’s rigid body gradually relaxed.
Looking at the top of his wife’s gentle head, the boiling murderous intent in his chest was finally suppressed.
Just at that moment.
"Wah—! Wah wah—!"
Inside the room, a burst of urgent and sharp baby cries suddenly pierced the silence of the night.
It was Gu An!
The shoe brush in Lin Wanyi’s hand fell to the ground, and she immediately got up and rushed in.
Gu Yanshen was even faster.
He rushed into the room in a single bound, his tall figure instantly blocking the light.
In the cradle, Gu An’s little face was burning red, like a ripe shrimp.
His body twisted unceasingly under the small blanket, his cries hoarse.
Gu Yanshen reached out and touched him.
The forehead was shockingly hot.
"Take him to the hospital!"
This man who could dig bullets out of the wounded on the battlefield now had uncontrollable panic in his voice.
"Quick! To the hospital!"
Lin Wanyi also felt the child’s forehead.
Scorching hot.
At least above thirty-nine degrees.
She forced herself to calm down, but her heartbeat was racing as if it would jump out of her chest.
Looking at the already flustered Gu Yanshen, she spoke with clarity and steadiness.
"You go start the car first."
"I’ll reduce his fever physically, and be right along."
"Go quickly!"
Gu Yanshen snapped back to reality at her shout.
He glanced at her, full of reliance in his eyes.
"Okay!"
He turned and rushed out, his footsteps heavy as a drumbeat.
Lin Wanyi immediately picked up the still-crying Gu An and quickly walked into the bathroom.
With the door closed.
She locked it behind her with one hand.
With a thought, a crystal clear little jade bottle appeared in her hand.
She unscrewed the cap and poured a few drops of faintly fragrant spiritual spring water into her palm.
Quickly diluted it with warm water.
Then undid Gu An’s swaddle, using a soft towel soaked in the diluted spring water, swiftly wiped his burning neck, underarms, and the palms and soles of his feet.
A miraculous moment occurred.
When the icy towel touched his skin, Gu An’s cries astonishingly quieted.
The sharp, distressing cries turned into a whimper of grievance.
Lin Wanyi dared not linger.
Using a small spoon, she carefully fed Gu An two small mouthfuls of the diluted spiritual spring water.
The little guy smacked his lips a couple of times.
The fiery redness on his face visibly began to fade.
"Bang bang bang!"
From outside, Gu Yanshen’s urgent knocking sounded.
"Wanyi! Are you ready yet! The car is started!"
"Coming!"
Lin Wanyi quickly rewrapped the child and opened the door.
Gu Yanshen rushed in, paused seeing his son not crying as much.
But he dared not think more, snatching up the child and put his arm around Lin Wanyi.
"Let’s go!"
The jeep roared like an enraged beast, cutting through the compound’s darkness, heading straight for the military hospital.
In the car.
Gu Yanshen floored the accelerator.
Lin Wanyi held her son, one hand continuously touching his forehead.
The temperature gradually decreased.
The burning heat rapidly subsided.
"Screech—!"
The jeep came to a sudden stop at the hospital emergency entrance.
Gu Yanshen jumped out, flung open the back door, and ran inside with the child.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
The duty room door was pushed open, the drowsy doctor jolted awake by his shout.
"What’s the matter?"
"My son has a high fever!" Gu Yanshen’s voice was hoarse.
The doctor took the child, pulling out a thermometer.
A minute later.
The doctor examined the reading and frowned.
He held the thermometer up to the light, checking again.
"Thirty-seven point five degrees."
The doctor looked up at the anxious face of Gu Yanshen.
"It’s not really a high fever anymore, just a slight one."
Gu Yanshen froze on the spot.
"What?"
He grabbed the thermometer, staring intently at the mercury line.
"Impossible!"
"At home earlier, the forehead was hot enough to cook on!"
The doctor was also bewildered, carefully checking the child.
Listening to the heartbeat, examining the throat.
"All vital signs are stable."
The doctor adjusted his glasses, looking at Lin Wanyi.
"Maybe your on-the-road physical cooling worked wonders."
"But to be safe, for such a young child, it’s best to put him on IV and observe."
"No need."
Lin Wanyi spoke, calm yet firm.
"He’s too young, if we can avoid injections, we should."
"We’ll watch him at home, if he gets worse, we’ll bring him back."
The doctor hesitated.
He looked into Lin Wanyi’s clear and resolute eyes, then at the intimidating officer beside her.
Finally, he nodded.
"Alright then."
"Be vigilant, check the temperature a few times overnight."
On the way home.
The car slowed down.
The interior was quiet.
Gu Yanshen kept one hand firmly on the wheel, the other reaching out, tightly grasping Lin Wanyi’s hand.
He didn’t speak.
Just held her hand with a near-reverent grip.
As if it were a treasured possession regained.
The car stopped below their building.
Wang Guihua was anxiously waiting at the door, and upon seeing them return with the child, hurried over.
"You’re back? How is the child now?"
"He’s fine, Nanny Wang, his fever’s down," Lin Wanyi said softly.
Wang Guihua breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression remained solemn.
Instead of checking on the child in the cradle immediately.
She raised a half-empty can of formula in her hand.
"Wanyi."
Her tone was low, with a hint of unusual seriousness.
"Have a look at this formula."
"Something’s off."
Lin Wanyi’s heart skipped a beat.
She took the can of formula.
Brought it to her nose, sniffing it lightly.
A very faint and indescribable fishy smell entered her nostrils.
Her face changed instantly.
Wang Guihua leaned in, lowering her voice further, so only the two of them could hear.
"I just compared it with the previous unfinished can because I was uneasy."
"This new can is darker in color."
"And it has an odd smell."
She paused, looking at Lin Wanyi, emphasizing each word.
"An An drank this one this afternoon."
