The sickly one in F4 was the group's darling.

Da da da—

Hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, heavy and frantic, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Uncle Chen was the first to rush into the room.

The moment he stepped inside, he was frozen in place by the sight before him.

The room was a mess, both glaring and disheveled.

The eldest son of the Bai family, who was always calm and composed and in control of the whole scene, had shed all his noble and dignified demeanor at this moment.

Bai Yanzhi knelt on the cold floor, his knees grinding against shards of porcelain and milk stains.

She held the silent young master in her arms.

His hand gripped Bai Ci's slender wrist tightly, his fingertips pressing hard on her pulse.

one more time.

Obsessive, yet fearful.

He used this clumsy method to repeatedly confirm that the person in his arms was still alive, and that the faint pulse was still beating.

The cold wind made the curtains flutter wildly, and the biting night wind filled the entire room, making the two of them feel a chill all over their bodies.

"Bang!"

Bai Jiheng rushed in hastily, and when he saw the scene before him, he froze, his blood almost freezing.

Broken porcelain scattered all over the floor, milk stains still wet, the eldest brother kneeling in a daze, and Bai Ci lying lifeless and motionless in his arms...

Bai Yanzhi tightened his arms suddenly and carefully picked up Bai Ci, who was limp all over, and carried him horizontally.

His voice was hoarse and dry, and he spoke very quickly, with an undeniable urgency:

"Uncle Chen! Quickly! Prepare the emergency medical room in the west wing immediately, and have Dr. Qin arrive by helicopter at full speed. Once he arrives, he should be on standby!"

"yes!"

Uncle Chen instantly regained his composure, steadied himself, and clearly and logically issued instructions into the communicator:

"West Building Medical Room, to be operational in five minutes. Contact Dr. Qin, helicopter to take off immediately for pickup. Notify gatekeeper to have the helicopter land directly on the helipad outside the medical room, and clear the surrounding area."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly followed Bai Yanzhi's footsteps and dialed Dr. Qin's private number to confirm again. He was tense the whole time and dared not delay for even a moment.

Bai Jiheng quickly stepped aside to make way, his gaze fixed on Bai Ci's pale, lifeless face, his voice urgent:

"What happened? He was fine just now, how did he suddenly become like this?"

Bai Yanzhi, holding the light-footed, unconscious Bai Ci in his arms, dared not pause for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know. When I came in, he was already collapsed at the bathroom door, his body was frighteningly cold."

That short sentence carried a heavy weight of self-reproach.

He didn't even notice, and the child endured the whole night.

The group moved swiftly through the dark corridors, their hurried and disorderly footsteps shattering the tranquility of the manor.

Uncle Chen hung up the phone hastily, and Bai Jiheng immediately asked anxiously, "What did the doctor say? How long will it take to arrive?"

"Dr. Qin has already boarded the helicopter and is on his way. The helicopter will arrive at the manor in fifteen minutes. All medical equipment and medicines are ready."

……

Dr. Qin and his medical team rushed over, their white coats still on, their expressions panicked.

He glanced down at Bai Ci, who was unconscious and deathly pale, and his brows furrowed instantly, his expression becoming extremely grave.

"Mr. Bai, please have the family members leave first. Don't delay the emergency treatment."

There were no unnecessary words, and the tone was decisive and serious.

With a loud bang, the emergency room door slammed shut, completely isolating the two worlds inside and outside.

Inside the door, the rescue was a race against time, tense yet orderly.

The monitor's cold, beeping alarm continued to ring, sharp and piercing, gripping the heart.

Dr. Qin stared intently at the fluctuating data on the screen, issuing emergency instructions at breakneck speed: "Prepare adrenaline, administer intravenously immediately!"

Several nurses worked in perfect harmony, their movements swift and efficient. The crisp sounds of instruments colliding and the subtle whirring of medication being drawn intertwined, creating a suffocating cacophony.

The corridor outside the door was deathly silent.

Every second of waiting is an extreme torment.

The scarlet emergency indicator lights stretched along the corridor, casting a dark red glow over the two people standing there, making the air feel oppressive and suffocating.

Bai Yanzhi leaned against the wall, the back of his head against the cold surface, his eyes closed.

His former composure and gentleness had completely faded away, leaving only an unyielding weariness and deep-seated self-blame.

A few steps away, Bai Jiheng stood guard at the door, leaning slightly forward, staring intently at the tightly closed door.

The once arrogant and unruly youthful spirit had vanished, replaced by a heavy anxiety and panic in his eyes. His forehead was damp with cold sweat, which clung softly to his face, and even his breathing was strained and tense.

The two brothers stood silently, separated by only a few steps, yet both were tightly gripped by the same panic, feeling suffocated and unable to bear it.

The scenes of the entire day flashed through Bai Yanzhi's mind. Those fragmented moments that he had witnessed but never delved into were now surging up, piercing his heart like needles, causing him a dull ache in his chest.

In the tea room, Bai Ci lowered his head, earnestly saying, "I tried my best"; the torn collar of his school uniform in the plastic bag concealed his unspoken grievances; when talking about wild berries, his eyes crinkled with a clean smile; at the main table of the family banquet, he obediently ate pudding, his lips smeared with caramel crumbs; and he tilted his head back, his clear light brown eyes sparkling, softly promising, "I didn't dare before, but I will in the future."

He was sensible, obedient, proper, and considerate from beginning to end.

They hid all their discomfort, pain, and vulnerability completely.

She could faint even while taking a shower, and throughout the entire banquet, she never once said "I'm not feeling well" to anyone.

Everyone thought he was gradually being treated kindly and his life was slowly getting better.

No one knew that once the door was closed, he would completely collapse and crumble.

The long wait was agonizing, every minute and every second was excruciating.

After an unknown amount of time, the tightly closed emergency room door was finally pushed open.

Dr. Qin removed his stethoscope, his expression still grave, though his tense demeanor eased slightly.

He looked up at the two Bai brothers, who were standing up straight at the same time, and deliberately softened his tone, trying his best to appease them:

"He's out of immediate danger."

"The patient suffered from acute vasovagal syncope, and the direct cause was the rapid and intense alternation between hot and cold temperatures. He was extremely weak, with severely insufficient myocardial contractility. The temperature difference caused vasomotor dysfunction, a sudden drop in blood pressure, and a brief interruption of blood supply to the brain, which led to his sudden coma."

He paused slightly, his expression growing increasingly serious, before revealing the hidden danger:

"This fainting spell is not an accident; it's a symptom of long-term physical weakness. This isn't the first time; it will recur with the slightest stimulation."

Bai Jiheng suddenly looked up, asking incredulously, "Long-term?"

"What do you mean?" Bai Yanzhi's voice was deep and hoarse.

Dr. Qin's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if unsure whether he should continue. But his professional instincts prevailed, and he spoke anyway: "His health condition is very serious. His heart has been under excessive strain for a long time, his constitution is extremely weak, and the functions of multiple organs are in a fragile state. It's lucky he pulled through this time, but without systematic treatment, he will—"

He paused, not revealing the worst possible outcome.