Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 370 - 368: Oh, I thought you two were father and son.
Oh no!
Just now the security said Zaizai was in trouble, and she ran out in a hurry, leaving her shoulder bag in the lobby!
Then Zaizai suddenly said he felt unwell, and she forgot to go into the Yundu Building to get it!
Now penniless, how will she pay for the hospital visit?
She turned around and looked at the man in the back seat of the car, gathering her courage, "I accidentally left my wallet in the Yundu Building, can you come with me to help pay for it?"
This time, Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face completely fell. This woman, it seems she hasn’t even compensated for the scratched car, and now she has the nerve to ask him to pay for her son’s medical bills.
Bringing them here was already more than enough, he feared she’d be crying on the roadside with a child in her arms, attracting media and passersby.
Now she wants him to be an ATM?
The man’s eyes lifted, "Ade, drive!"
Jiayi got desperate and blocked the car door with her small body, "Zaizai got hurt because of you, you can’t just ignore this, no, you’re coming with me. Didn’t I say I would find a way to pay for your car later? One thing at a time! I just didn’t bring my wallet right now, I can still afford the medical bills, I’ll pay you back as soon as Zaizai is treated!"
She was going all out; she was already burdened with such a huge debt, what difference would another one make? What’s the difference between paying back 100 bucks and 99 bucks?
Injured? Huo Zhenyang was curious to see where this little guy was really hurt. He looked like a little meatball, and when he had picked up the kid earlier, he felt like a dumbbell from the gym, if there was an injury, it was his arm muscles that almost got strained.
Seeing this little woman persistent, attracting the attention of many people at the hospital entrance, Huo Zhenyang turned ashen and could only temporarily get out of the car, his hands stuck in his trousers pockets, following the mother and her son ahead.
Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, holding Zaizai as they walked toward the emergency room, occasionally looking down to blow on her son’s head, "Does your head still hurt?"
"It’s better now." Although Zaizai exaggerated on purpose to help his mommy distract attention, now that he was in the hospital, smelling the familiar formaldehyde, he was also inexplicably nervous.
They’re not going to give me a shot, are they? No way!
Humph, when all is said and done, it was all because of this mean uncle!
Jiayi walked to the hospital’s registration window and glanced back at the man behind her.
Huo Zhenyang, of course, knew what she meant.
His face the color of steel, he stepped forward, opened his wallet, and paid.
The three of them entered the pediatric office, but as soon as they sat down, Zaizai clung to Jiayi’s neck, adamantly refusing to let the doctor examine him.
For one, Zaizai was afraid of nothing in the world but getting a shot. And secondly, what if the mean guy found out he was faking his injury? Would he keep troubling mommy?
Better to be dead!
The doctor was an old man in his sixties, with white hair and a kindly look. It took him quite a while to calm Zaizai down and give him a check-up.
In the end, the old doctor said, "He has a bit of a fever and a cough, needs anti-inflammatory treatment, and should get a shot. Go over there to pay for it."
Jiayi was still not reassured, "Doctor, my son also says his head hurts, could he be injured somewhere?"
"A headache? Why would you have a headache?" the old doctor was puzzled.
Jiayi glanced at the tall and imposing figure standing at the door and said, "Just now, my child was picked up by someone. I don’t know if he might have gotten hurt, like a concussion or something..."
This was something that couldn’t be taken lightly, as a child’s brain is still underdeveloped and extremely delicate.
The old doctor immediately became serious, "Little friend, where does it hurt, and what kind of pain is it?"
Zaizai buried his face in his mommy’s embrace and guiltily poked around: "Here, and there, it hurts a little bit everywhere..."
These were definitely not the symptoms of a concussion. As a pediatrician in a maternity and children’s hospital, the old doctor had seen plenty of children pretend to be sick. Some didn’t want to go to kindergarten, others wanted to gain their parents’ sympathy. There were all sorts of reasons.
The old doctor could tell right away that Zaizai was lying and deliberately said, "Well then, how about we take you to the CT room to scan your head, and if that’s not enough, we’ll do an MRI. After that, you’ll need to stay in the hospital for a few days of observation. During the observation period, you’ll need to have injections and take medicine every day, alright?"
Ahhh, that’s so troublesome. Zaizai’s chubby cheeks turned pale, and he clung to Jiayi, weakly hinting, "Mommy, I suddenly feel much better."
Jiayi immediately understood that Zaizai was exaggerating his illness on purpose, he didn’t really have a headache, he was trying to divert the attention to help her!
If that man found out, he would be even angrier.
She quickly covered Zaizai’s mouth and said to the old doctor, "Okay then, we’ll just get the injection first, thank you, doctor."
As she spoke, Jiayi was about to pick up Zaizai and leave when the old doctor saw her petite frame struggling to carry the little chubby one. He glanced at the man at the door and frowned slightly:
"What kind of father stands there doing nothing when his child is so ill? You let mommy carry him all by herself. Is that acceptable? Even if you don’t care about your wife, you should do it for the sake of your son. Mommy can barely carry him; what if she drops the child?"
At the door, Huo Zhenyang was already getting impatient; his ears were full of the wailing of babies in the pediatric ward, just waiting for this woman to finish.
Hearing the old doctor’s words, his face quickly froze.
Seeing that he still hadn’t moved, the old doctor grew even more displeased. The man stood at the door in an expensive business suit, clearly a professional elite.
But no matter how elite he was in the workplace, he shouldn’t treat this mother and son like strangers.
This man didn’t look like he was here for his child’s medical visit, rather like he was about to rush to his next meeting.
The old doctor, who was straightforward, said, "In other families, when parents bring their kids to see the doctor, it’s the dad who does the carrying. You, as a dad, haven’t said a word and aren’t helping to carry the child. How can you be like this? You should show some sense of responsibility."
Jiayi realized the misunderstanding and hurried to explain, "Doctor, he’s not my husband. You’ve misunderstood."
Not Little Baozi’s father?
The old doctor was skeptical, his brows forming a character for river: "Not the child’s father? Yo, I thought you two were father and son; you look so alike."
"How could that be!" Jiayi and Huo Zhenyang exclaimed in unison. They exchanged a glance, and within the spark of their eyes, there were sparks of wariness and defense!
The old doctor didn’t say much more, "Even if you’re not father and son, it’s still best to leave a man behind to help take care of things. How can you, a woman, manage alone? Later on, when it’s time for changing bandages, injections, what if there’s some adverse reaction? You always need someone to lend a hand, right?! This child has been feverish from yesterday till today; the illness is not to be taken lightly, you adults should not be careless."
Huo Zhenyang’s eyes turned cold, what did he mean? He was to act as an ATM for this mother and son, and now he was supposed to stay and lend this woman a hand?!
