Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

A group of experts and directors of Youni Hospital were all called up in the middle of the night, and rushed to the old house of the Si family one by one.

There are many bodyguards in the old house of the Si family. They want to verify their identities and check the things in their hands. They feel that the specifications are almost as good as entering the royal manor.

However, the Si family was very efficient, so they finished it quickly and welcomed them all into the old house of the Si family.

The Si family's villa is almost like a castle, and the architecture is also very simple. These people are here for the first time. It is a starry night. The old house of the Si family is brightly lit, and the whole house is extremely magnificent. There are servants who are constantly busy.

"It's the first time in my life to enter the Si family's house, and it will become my capital to show off in the future."

An old grizzled expert made a joke.

A doctor next to him said immediately.

"Maybe we can come here often in the future. After all, there is a pregnant woman in this family, which needs careful care."

The other doctors frowned.

Most of them don't know the patient's situation, and only after they came here did they realize that so many of their colleagues have come.

But at the same time, they were also worried. They had found so many doctors, which meant that the patient's condition was not optimistic. They all guessed that Mr. Si was getting old and was dying.

Seeing that the dean was right in front, several old experts hurried up and asked in a low voice.

"Dean, what shall we do in a while? The old man is old and his physical function is too weak, so it's difficult to handle!"

"Yes, if this old man can't make it through this time, will the big boss blame us?"

The dean looked at them speechlessly.

"What are you talking about? Who told you that the old man is not in good health?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and were a little puzzled.

"It's that young lady, the pregnant one, the prospective young lady of the Si family, maybe she has a cold and a fever."

This time, these old professors and doctors are speechless. They are so emotionally mobilized to find them, just to see a cold?It's really too good to be useful, they thought it was the old man who was going to die.

Mr. Si, who they thought was incompetent, was standing in front of his grandson's wife, waiting for these doctors to come up.

Steward Qian took them upstairs together in the elevator. When they saw Mr. Si, the doctors were a little embarrassed. After all, the old man was so energetic that he could live for decades.

"Here you come? Hurry up, go in and check my Rongrong, and come up with a treatment plan as soon as possible."

The dean stood there bowed, wanting to say a few words to comfort Mr. Si, but Mr. Si didn't want to listen to nonsense now, so he drove him in too, and treating Yan Rongrong was the most important thing.

Uncle Geng looked into the room, and couldn't help frowning. It was such a big room, and now it was almost full of people. Doctors, nurses, and Tang Yunyan, Si Qian, Geng Huan, and Aunt Wen were all in front of the bed.

Mr. Si thought for a while, took the phone from Uncle Geng, and called Si Boheng directly.

"Did Si Ye find it?"

Si Boheng's faint voice came over.

"I found it, and I'm going back to the base immediately."

Mr. Si nodded slightly.

"Well, then you should come back quickly, Fluffy has a fever, so come back and take care of her quickly,"

"what?"

Si Boheng's voice suddenly became low. Both Mr. Si and Uncle Geng heard his order to return to the base quickly, and asked Assistant Zheng to prepare for the plane to return home.

Mr. Si is very satisfied, it seems that his grandson can still distinguish between priorities, and he knows to rush back to see his wife.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed again.

Uncle Geng said from the side.

"Go to the small hall next to you and take a rest. I'll make you a pot of tea. Sit down and wait. You have to pay attention to your body."

Mr. Si nodded slightly.

His old bones are really useless. He has to take good care of his health and wants to watch his great-grandson grow up.

Although Yan Rongrong had a fever, she was not in a coma. There were so many doctors listening to her and looking at her for a while, and there were so many people in the room that it was noisy enough for one person to say a word.

She opened her eyes and saw that everyone in the room was stunned.

"This……"

She turned her head to look at Tang Yunyan, but she felt dizzy for a while, seeing Tang Yunyan as a double image.

"Auntie, this is... what's wrong?"

She was about to sit up as she spoke, Tang Yunyan hurried over to support her.

"Furry, you have a fever, tell auntie, is it very uncomfortable?"

Aunt Wen quickly poured a cup of warm water and brought it over. Tang Yunyan brought warm water to feed Yan Rongrong.

But she was lying down and couldn't drink, so Aunt Wen hurriedly went downstairs to find a straw. Tang Yunyan took the cup and put the straw into Yan Rongrong's mouth.

"Drink some water, you can feel better."

Yan Rongrong's mouth was extremely dry, and after drinking a few sips of water, his throat felt better.

"Auntie, I'm fine, I just feel a little dizzy, my eyes are blurred, and I want to cough."

When Yan Rongrong talked about the symptoms, the doctors were carefully memorizing them, but they found that no matter how they memorized it, it was just a common cold.

Seeing that both Tang Yunyan and Si Qian were looking at them, the doctors all began to express their own judgments. In fact, the general result was the same, that is, they had a cold.

Only a young male doctor looked at Yan Rongrong and asked.

"Miss, have you been very anxious recently?"

Yan Rongrong's eyes were blurry, and she couldn't see the doctor's face clearly, so she nodded slightly.

"There are some, but I really don't have any major problems. The doctors have made a trip, and I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Tang Yunyan held her hand and patted her head.

"Furry, you have a bad fever, you are panting even when you speak, do you feel it, this is not a small problem."

Just as they were talking, the doctor over there had already prescribed the medicine. Aunt Wen was carrying water, while Tang Yunyan helped Yan Rongrong up and fed her the medicine.

Yan Rongrong stretched out her hand to take it, and just about to put it in her mouth, she suddenly felt her stomach twitching. She didn't realize it at first, and her mind was muddled by illness.

But the next moment, she felt her stomach move again. She immediately lifted the quilt and looked down at her stomach.

She was wearing pajamas, seeing her acting abnormally, Aunt Wen and Tang Yunyan looked at her stomach together, Aunt Wen's lips trembled.

"Rongrong, what's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"

Tang Yunyan's face was also pale. She also thought that the fever caused something wrong with Yan Rongrong's body. Now that her stomach hurts, it is a sign of miscarriage. The child is less than five months old, so she has to find a way to save the baby.

She reached out to hug Yan Rongrong.

"Let's go directly to the hospital, where there are good equipment and conditions."

Yan Rongrong grabbed her arm, blinked, and said in a low voice.

"Auntie, the baby... moved."

(That’s all for today’s chapter. Don’t stay up late and wait for the update if you are sick and have blurred eyes.)