Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 412 - 401 How Could There Be a Sudden Fever
Chapter 412: Chapter 401: How Could There Be a Sudden Fever
Chapter 412: Chapter 401: How Could There Be a Sudden Fever
The two little ones only then dared to turn their heads around, and upon seeing Zhan Qipei leave, they simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
Qiao Jing watched the little chests of the two little ones heave at the same time and couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Are you really not going to sleep in the bed?”
Pingping solemnly nodded, sliding out from Qiao Jing’s embrace and sitting properly on the sofa.
“Mmm, no need to trouble you, Sister,” Pingping said.
Anan also nodded, a touch of reluctance to leave Qiao Jing’s embrace, and sat down next to Pingping.
She blinked her big eyes, gazing at Qiao Jing with a happy smile on her face.
“Thank you, Sister. What’s your name? When my brother and I earn money later, can we come back and treat you to a meal?” Anan asked.
Qiao Jing reached out to ruffle their heads and stood up.
“My name is Qiao Jing. Just sit here and wait for me,” she said.
She needed to settle the two little ones quickly, as she still had to attend the academic exchange the next day and had to prepare some things for it.
Pingping and Anan murmured their assent and continued sitting on the sofa.
Qiao Jing returned to her room to find two quilts. Just as she re-entered the living room, she overheard the conversation between the two little ones.
“Brother, am I dreaming? Suddenly, I don’t want to wake up; if I do, I won’t see Sister Qiao anymore,” Pingping’s childish voice was heard saying.
“Look at the wound on my body; it’s still there, and it hurts a lot. It’s not a dream. I don’t want to leave Sister Qiao either,” Pingping added.
Hearing the little ones’ conversation, Qiao Jing paused in her action of holding the quilts, feeling an inexplicable touch in her heart.
She stood in place for a few seconds, then walked over to the sofa, laid the quilts on it, and made the sofa up for the little ones.
“If you’re sleepy, you can sleep. I have some things to take care of,” she said.
She took out some packets of biscuits and two bottles of mineral water from the drawer and placed them on the table.
“If you get hungry at night, eat some biscuits. If you’re still hungry, come knock on my room door,” she instructed.
Pingping obediently nodded and lay down on the sofa with Anan, covering themselves with the quilts.
The two little ones even covered their faces, only their big eyes peeking out.
Seeing the two little ones behaving so well, Qiao Jing finally eased her mind and returned to her room to start preparing the materials needed for the academic conference.
The next morning dawned.
As Qiao Jing was passing the kitchen, she noticed Zhan Qipei already making breakfast inside.
She changed direction and headed to the living room.
By then, Anan was up, sitting beside Pingping.
Standing at an angle where Anan couldn’t see her, Qiao Jing was just about to greet them when she suddenly noticed something was off.
Anan’s little face was etched with anxiety and hesitation, occasionally glancing towards the kitchen and repeatedly reaching out to touch Pingping’s forehead.
She bit her lip, took a few steps towards the kitchen, then pulled back, returning to sit by the sofa once more.
Concern written on her face, Qiao Jing had an ominous premonition and quickly approached them.
Anan looked like she wanted to speak but was afraid to go into the kitchen, likely because Zhan Qipei was in there.
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Before Qiao Jing could ask what was wrong, Anan’s eyes lit up the moment she saw her.
Anan was so anxious she was nearly crying, tears swirling in her eyes, and she spoke with a trace of fear in her voice.
“Sister Qiao, Brother feels so hot. Is he running a fever?” Anan asked.
Qiao Jing reached out to touch Pingping’s forehead and felt the child’s temperature was extremely high.
She quickly fetched the medical box, took out the thermometer and fever-reducing medicine.
“Did Pingping not cover himself properly with the quilt last night? How could he have suddenly come down with a fever?” she wondered aloud.
When she left the previous night, the two little ones had been well covered with quilts on the sofa, so how could Pingping have come down with a fever today?
Anan sat on the sofa; her small hands tightly clasped together, her face full of tension.
“Brother, did you cover yourself well with the blanket?”
Pingping’s forehead broke out in cold sweat as he frowned deeply, feeling someone touching him and starting to react.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw that it was Qiao Jing in front of him, slightly embarrassed.
His little face, already flushed from the fever, turned even redder, and his tender voice became a bit hoarse.
“Sister Qiao…”
Upon hearing his own hoarse voice, Pingping was stunned and blinked dumbly.
“Am I running a fever?”
Qiao Jing hummed in response. She remembered the wound on Pingping’s hand and carefully took his hands out from under the blanket.
The bandage on his hand seemed a bit peculiar, with several spots showing signs of wear, and even the sleeves of Pingping’s clothes were damp.
She didn’t have the time to ask about the clothes and quickly prepared a cup of fever-reducing medicine.
She noticed that the biscuits and bottled water were still unopened on the table, so she opened a box of biscuits and the bottled water.
“Pingping, you should eat something before taking your medicine.”
After saying that, she glanced at the time.
It was seven-thirty in the morning.
The academic conference would start at eight-thirty, giving her an hour.
Pingping nodded his little head, sat up by himself, and had a simple breakfast.
“Thank you, Sister!”
Qiao Jing handed the fever-reducing medicine to Pingping.
“Hurry up and drink the fever medicine.”
Pingping reached out and took it, the bitterness quickly spreading in his mouth, causing him to frown unconsciously.
His entire little face wrinkled together, displaying a bitterly grim expression, but he soon let it go.
After finishing the medicine, he placed the bottle back on the table.
“Sister Qiao, I’m sorry, I accidentally got a fever.”
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and reached out to rub Pingping’s head.
This child, apologizing for something like this?
He was only six years old, and his sensibility was heartbreakingly touching.
She took Pingping’s hands in hers and asked, “Why are your cuffs wet? The bandage has some marks on it too.”
Pingping let out a sound of realization and instinctively glanced in the direction of the bathroom.
“I accidentally got my cuffs wet while washing clothes yesterday, Sister Qiao. I’m sorry, I was so tired last night, I just left them in the basin after washing.
It was my first day here, and I didn’t know where to hang the clothes. I also didn’t want to wake you, so I didn’t tell you, and the clothes are still in the basin. Oh, I used the laundry without greeting you first… I’m sorry!”
After Anan fell asleep, he secretly went to the bathroom and cleaned both his and his sister’s filthy clothes.
He didn’t want to trouble Sister Qiao any further.
After hearing Pingping’s words, Qiao Jing felt as if her heart had sunk.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, no need to apologize. I will buy new clothes for you two; you don’t need to keep the old ones.”
She had gone straight back to her room after showering the previous night, preparing for the academic conference and seeing that both little ones were still asleep.
She hadn’t expected Pingping to wake up in the middle of the night and wash both his and his sister’s clothes, which led to his fever today.
Pingping furrowed his brows.
“Sister Qiao, you don’t have to buy us new clothes, what we’re wearing can last us a long time.”
Qiao Jing looked at Pingping’s pale little face due to his illness and felt even more heartache.
“It’s okay. Finish your medicine and then get some rest. I have to go out for a bit later on.”
