The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The two little ones are chubby and can already sit steadily, like two round little dumplings.

Ye Zhenzhen's phone is full of photos and videos of her child, and she can't bear to delete any of them.

As the children got older, they always wanted to go out. On weekends, the couple would often push the stroller to take the babies out for a walk. The two of them, who were already good-looking, were pushing two adorable little babies lying side by side, and they attracted a lot of attention wherever they went.

Ye Zhenzhen can't help but buy any children's clothes she likes, especially little girls' clothes. All kinds of dresses and hairbands look incredibly cute on her daughter.

Looking at the tiny clothes, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but sigh, "Old Zhou, I'm even thinking of having another child."

Zhou Huaijin asked her, "Still having children? Have you forgotten how painful childbirth is?"

He didn't want to go through that nerve-wracking experience again.

"It's worth the pain." Ye Zhenzhen bent down and reached out to pinch her daughter's little feet.

No one can resist adorable cubs; cute babies, kittens, and puppies are all just too lovable.

Zhou Huaijin reminded her, "When they get older and become annoying, you won't think this way anymore."

He remembered that when Yi Huan and Yi Cheng were two years old, they always wanted to go out and play, and they wouldn't stay at home except to sleep.

Like wild children. They get up at six in the morning and start shouting. When they wake up, everyone else has to wake up too. If they don't sleep, no one else can sleep.

He was home for two days and was driven to the brink of nervous breakdown by the noise. Four nannies took turns looking after the two children, and they were all so exhausted that they could barely stand up straight, but the two little ones had endless energy.

Given Ye Zhenzhen's low spirits, reality will soon dispel this idea.

Ye Zhenzhen said, "No way, raising children is a very happy process. I wouldn't get tired even if I raised ten more."

However, she quickly changed her mind.

When the baby was a little over six months old, both nannies caught a cold. To avoid infection, Ye Zhenzhen made them both take leave.

Ye's parents were able to manage taking care of the child.

She went to class that day, and after just one lesson, her mother called, sounding anxious and flustered: "Zhenzhen, both children have fevers, please come back quickly."

Her heart leaped into her throat. She rushed out without even closing the book. When she got home, the two little ones had fevers of 39 degrees Celsius, their little faces flushed, and they lay listlessly in their cribs.

Zhou Huaijin went to the countryside today, so she hurriedly took her child to the nearest hospital.

The pediatric waiting area of ​​the hospital was packed with people, parents holding their children, and the sound of crying echoing throughout.

She registered, and there were dozens of people ahead of her in line.

The children's fevers were rising, the two little ones were burning hot, their faces flushed red, and they were whimpering in discomfort. She was extremely anxious and carried the children to the triage desk to ask the nurse, "The children's fever has reached 39.5 degrees Celsius now, how much longer do we have to wait?"

The nurse checked and said, "There are still dozens ahead of us. It'll take at least an hour or two. Why don't you go ask the doctor if they can prescribe some fever reducer to bring the fever down first?"

She hurriedly knocked on the door and went in, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Ye, who were carrying the child.

The doctor didn't even look up: "Go line up outside. Don't come in unless your number is called."

Ye Zhenzhen's voice trembled with anxiety: "Doctor, my child's fever has reached 39.5 degrees Celsius, and the waiting time is very long. Could you please prescribe some fever-reducing medicine first?"

The doctor looked up impatiently: "Get in line, don't you understand? Come in when your name is called."

Ye's mother, standing nearby, became anxious and pleaded while holding her child, "Doctor, please be lenient! My child is only six months old; if the fever continues, things will get complicated."

The doctor slammed his pen on the table, pointed at them, and shouted sternly, "Are you deaf? Get in line! Everyone's waiting, why should you get special treatment?"

Ye Zhenzhen suppressed the anger rising in her throat and retreated with the child in her arms.

She checked the child's temperature again, and it was already 39.7 degrees Celsius. She was so frightened that she trembled all over.

I rushed my child to the emergency room, but the nurse there glanced at him and said, "If your child has a fever, go to the outpatient clinic. The emergency room can't treat fevers."

"Why can't we see a doctor? My child has a fever of 39.7 degrees Celsius, there are so many people in line at the clinic, we have to wait for an hour or two, can you just give him—"

The nurse impatiently interrupted her: "All the kids are running fevers now. How can we possibly treat them all in the ER? The ER is for emergency patients!"

"An emergency patient? Isn't a child with such a high fever considered an emergency?" Ye Zhenzhen angrily questioned the other party.

"No! A fever isn't an emergency. Don't let this interfere with our work."

Mr. and Mrs. Ye were trembling with anger: "The child has such a high fever, and you won't let him see a doctor? What will you do if something bad happens?"

"Oh, so you're trying to extort money from the hospital?"

Ye Zhenzhen was completely enraged by those words: "What kind of attitude is this? Are patients just supposed to be treated like dirt just because they come to see a doctor? I'm going to complain about you!"

The nurse rolled her eyes at her: "Afraid you'll complain? These new moms are all crazy."

Ye Zhenzhen was so angry that she was trembling all over. She really wanted to rush over, but the child still had a fever, his little face was red, and he was whimpering softly in her arms. His lips were even peeling from the fever.

She looked down at them, feeling both heartache and despair.

She squatted at the entrance of the emergency room, holding her child, tears streaming down her face. Trembling, she took out her phone and dialed Zhou Huaijin's number.

"Old Zhou, my child has a fever, almost 40 degrees Celsius. The emergency room at the central hospital won't see him, and there are hundreds of people waiting in the outpatient line. What should we do? If we wait any longer, the child will be seriously injured..."

Zhou Huaijin paused for a moment, then his voice deepened, filled with suppressed coldness: "Don't panic, I'll take care of it."

She had just hung up the phone when she heard someone call her name: "Zhenzhen, is that really you?"

Ye Zhenzhen looked up in a flustered manner and saw that it was her senior sister Jiang Li, with her daughter.

"Zhenzhen? What's wrong? Is the child sick?"

"Yes, my child has a fever, but there are too many people in the pediatric ward, and the emergency room won't see him..." Ye Zhenzhen wiped away her tears.

Jiang Li leaned closer and saw that the two children's faces were flushed with fever. Her brows furrowed immediately: "Oh dear, they've got such high fevers. There's a pharmacy near the hospital. Let's go buy some fever reducers. Come on, I'll take you."

Ye Zhenzhen seemed to have been enlightened: "What kind of medicine do you want to buy?"

"The kind for babies, Tylenol, you can find it at the pharmacy. Give it to her to bring the fever down, so it doesn't get too high." Jiang Li pulled her along and ran towards the pharmacy, her steps hurried and fast.

Upon arriving at the pharmacy, they successfully purchased fever-reducing medicine, and Jiang Li used a straw to drip a little into each of the two children's mouths.

The two little ones resisted and kept crying, which made Ye Zhenzhen's heart ache even more, but she could only grit her teeth and hold them down.

"The flu is bad lately, and many people have caught it. You can keep some fever reducers at home. Give them to your child if their fever gets worse, and only come to the hospital if it doesn't go down."

Jiang Li then instructed her,

"You can also keep some test kits at home to test for influenza A, influenza B, and mycoplasma to see what kind of infection it is and then treat the symptoms accordingly. Coming to the hospital is actually the same process: queuing up to get medicine and having to wait a long time."

Tears welled up in Ye Zhenzhen's eyes: "Thank you, senior sister, thank you so much. I had no idea what medicine my child could take, I just kept waiting for the doctor to prescribe it..."

Jiang Li patted her hand: "I used to be like that too, I didn't know anything. Later, my child was always sick, and I almost became a doctor myself."