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The incandescent lights in the emergency room were particularly glaring in the dead of night, and the corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The occasional footsteps and the ticking of instruments made the already tense environment even more so.

Shen Qingge rushed into the emergency room carrying Hai Ruoxi. The little girl looked extremely weak in her arms, her face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid and labored. The once lively little girl's cries had become weak and feeble.

"Doctor! Doctor!" Shen Qingge's voice trembled noticeably, almost screaming.

The on-duty pediatrician quickly came to greet us. She was a woman in her forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a serious and professional expression.

She reached out and touched Hai Ruoxi's forehead, her expression instantly turning serious.

"What's your temperature?" the doctor asked, as he skillfully took Hai Ruoxi and placed her on the examination bed.

“When I measured it at home just now, it was already over 40 degrees Celsius,” Shen Qingge said, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness, as she followed closely beside her. “We’re on our way right away.”

The doctor nodded, quickly remeasured Hai Ruoxi's temperature with a thermometer, and checked her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. A few minutes later, the thermometer showed 41.2 degrees Celsius.

"It's 41.2 degrees Celsius now," the doctor said, his expression becoming even more serious. "How old is the child?"

"One year and three months old." Shen Qingge's voice was almost squeezed out of her throat.

Just then, Hai Ruoxi suddenly began to convulse. Her small body trembled violently on the examination bed, her eyes rolled back, her limbs stiffened, and her lips began to turn purple.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qingge's face turned deathly pale, and she began to tremble uncontrollably: "What's wrong with her? What's wrong with her?!"

"Febrile seizures!" the doctor immediately shouted to the nurse, "Prepare a sedative!"

The emergency room instantly became busy, and several nurses quickly gathered around. Some prepared medications, some helped to restrain the child, and some recorded the time.

The doctor acted quickly and precisely, injecting diazepam into Hai Ruoxi's calf.

Shen Qingge stood by, watching helplessly as her daughter convulsed in pain, unable to do anything. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she was completely unaware of it.

Tears had blurred her vision without her realizing it.

"Mommy's here, Xixi, Mommy's here..." she kept repeating, her voice growing more and more choked up.

A few minutes later, the medication began to take effect, and Hai Ruoxi's convulsions gradually stopped, but the little girl had fallen into a deep coma, her face was still flushed, and her breathing was rapid.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to Shen Qingge: "The child's condition is quite serious. Although febrile seizures are relatively common in infants and young children, a fever above 41 degrees Celsius can easily cause brain damage."

I recommend immediate hospitalization for intravenous fever reduction and further observation.

Shen Qingge nodded vigorously, her voice hoarse from crying: "Okay, okay, as long as it helps her get better."

"Fortunately, you arrived in time," the doctor said while writing the prescription. "If a febrile seizure had occurred at home, it could have been much more dangerous if not handled properly."

Let's get the child admitted to the hospital first, and we'll arrange a ward right away.

Shen Qingge turned to the nanny who had been following her: "You go and handle the hospital admission procedures. I'll take Xixi to the ward."

The nanny nodded quickly, "Don't worry, ma'am, I'll take care of it right away."

Ignoring everything else, Shen Qingge's hands trembled as she pulled her phone from her bag and sent a message to Haize: "Xixi has a high fever and seizures, and is hospitalized in the children's hospital emergency room. Her condition is quite serious."

After sending the message, she carefully picked up the unconscious Hai Ruoxi and followed the nurse toward the inpatient department.

The little girl was soft and limp in her arms, much lighter than usual, and that feeling of helplessness made Shen Qingge's heart clench even tighter.

She gently stroked her daughter's back, softly humming the lullaby she usually used to lull her to sleep, even though she knew the child couldn't hear her now.

In accordance with the Hai family's standards, Shen Qingge requested the most expensive VIP ward. The doctors and nurses dared not neglect her.

Soon, the attending physician and nurses arrived and prepared to give Hai Ruoxi an IV drip.

The doctor was a young male doctor who seemed very experienced.

"The child needs an IV drip to bring down her fever immediately," the doctor said after examining Hai Ruoxi. "She's still drowsy, but her temperature is still very high and must be brought down as soon as possible."

Two nurses began preparing the IV supplies; one was older and more experienced, while the other was younger.

They first looked for the veins on the back of Hai Ruoxi's hand.

"The child is too young, and his blood vessels are very thin. Coupled with the high fever and dehydration, it will be difficult to find a vein," the older nurse said.

Shen Qingge stood by the bed, nervously watching the nurses' every move.

As they began searching for veins in Hai Ruoxi's small hands, the little girl seemed to feel pain and began to writhe restlessly in her drowsy state.

“We need to restrain the child to prevent her from moving around,” the older nurse told Shen Qingge. “You can hold her other hand.”

Shen Qingge reached out her hand, trembling, and gently took her daughter's small hand in hers.

Hai Ruoxi's hands were very hot, like a small branding iron, making Shen Qingge even more uneasy.

The nurse started to insert the needle, but the first attempt failed because the vein was too thin.

Hai Ruoxi woke up in pain and began to cry. Her desperate cries sounded particularly jarring in the quiet ward.

"Xixi, it'll be alright soon, it'll be alright soon." Shen Qingge comforted her as she felt her own tears starting to fall again.

The younger nurse came over to help stabilize the child's body, while the older nurse tried to insert the needle again.

This time, the needle found a vein, but Hai Ruoxi was in even more pain. Her little face turned red, and her cries were almost heartbreaking.

"Mommy...Mommy..." Hai Ruoxi called out intermittently through her sobs, her little hands desperately trying to break free.

Shen Qingge watched as her daughter was held down by two nurses, her small body struggling, and the helplessness and pain made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She felt her heart clench with pain, as if every cry was tearing at her soul.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, Mommy didn't protect you well." She said, tears streaming down her face, blaming herself.

Finally, the needle was secured, and the IV infusion began.

The nurses breathed a sigh of relief and began packing up their supplies.

After crying herself to exhaustion, and with the help of the medication, Hai Ruoxi gradually calmed down.

Shen Qingge carefully picked her up and gently rocked her while humming a familiar lullaby.

"Xixi, it's okay, you'll feel better soon after the injection," she comforted softly, her voice gentle yet firm. "Mommy will always be with you, always with you."

The little girl gradually calmed down in her mother's arms. Although her body temperature was still high, her breathing became more stable.

Her small hands gripped Shen Qingge's clothes tightly, as if it were her only support in her pain.

The ward fell silent, save for the dripping of the IV and Hai Ruoxi's soft breathing.

Shen Qingge sat on the hospital bed, holding her daughter, leaning against the headboard, her eyes occasionally glancing at the IV drip bottle, calculating the remaining amount of medicine.

Shen Qingge felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier; she had barely closed her eyes since last night.

The extreme emotional fluctuations, coupled with prolonged tension and worry, pushed her physical and mental limits.

But she dared not sleep, fearing that something might happen to her daughter if she woke up.

She glanced at the IV drip bottle, estimated the time, forced herself to set an alarm on her phone, and then continued to hold Hai Ruoxi against the headboard.

Hai Ruoxi slept soundly in her arms. Although her face was still a little red, it was much better than before.

Her little hands were still tightly gripping her mother's clothes, unwilling to let go even in her sleep.

Looking at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face, Shen Qingge felt a strong urge to protect her.

This little life is so fragile, yet so precious. She is willing to give everything to protect her and help her grow up healthy and happy.

Before she knew it, Shen Qingge had fallen asleep against the headboard, her phone lying next to her pillow with the alarm set for an hour later.

Her hand was still gently stroking her daughter's back, maintaining a protective posture even in her sleep.

The nightlight in the ward cast a faint glow, illuminating the mother and daughter and creating a warm and touching scene.

When the alarm clock rang, Shen Qingge suddenly opened her eyes and reflexively looked at the IV drip bottle. There was still some fluid left to be infused, and Haize was sitting by the bed, their eyes meeting.