Chapter 121 You You Gets Sick

Chapter 121: You You Falls Ill

The little one who had just woken up was still feverish, so the doctor put a Stitch fever-reduction patch on his forehead.

"Is it cold?" Shen Minyan asked.

The little one was too weak to shake his head, but he really liked the Stitch patch on his forehead. Even while sick, he managed to lift his hand and touch it.

"No," the little one whispered to his father.

The doctor had treated the little one many times before. Seeing him awake, the doctor smiled and tried to chat with him, hoping to distract him and ease his discomfort.

"You You, do you remember me?" the doctor asked. He wasn’t in his white coat, having been called over late at night just wearing a casual jacket.

The little one’s reactions had noticeably slowed since falling ill. He opened his big, glassy eyes and looked around before finally settling his gaze on the doctor who was speaking to him.

"..." The little one pouted, turned his face away, and buried himself in his father’s arms.

He left the doctor with a view of his round little head, clearly unwilling to talk to anyone.

He was truly uncomfortable—exhausted, dizzy, and just didn’t feel like talking or smiling. All he wanted was to snuggle in his father’s arms.

Though he didn’t respond and had turned into a standoffish little guy since falling ill, the doctor could tell that the fever-reducing injection was taking effect. The little one already seemed much more responsive.

At the very least, he wasn’t in a deep feverish sleep from the high fever.

By the early morning hours, the little one’s condition had stabilized, with his temperature holding at 37 degrees.

"Chairman Shen, we can keep an eye on the young master. You should go rest." A child’s fever can be unpredictable, so someone needs to keep an eye on him.

As the Shen family’s private medical team, each member received an annual salary far more than they'd ever make working in a hospital. Looking after the young master until he recovered was part of their job.

Shen Minyan looked down and saw the little hands still tightly clutching his collar, even in sleep.

His heart was deeply touched at that moment. He looked up and said quietly, "Thanks for your help. You can go back now. I’ll stay with You You tonight."

The doctors didn’t say much. They nodded slightly at him by the bedside and then left the room.

Tang Dou stayed behind to help take care of things, setting out the clothes and shoes that Su Youli and Shen Minyan would wear the next day so they could dress easily upon waking.

By the time Tang Dou finished cleaning the bathroom, Shen Minyan was already carrying Su Youli and slowly walking into the living room.

The man’s shoulders were stooped, his strong arms cradling the sleeping little one.

The little one’s pale cheeks were flushed pink, his lips slightly dry. He clung to his father, his small hands never letting go.

Under the moonlight, the man’s strong features softened noticeably. With every step, he lowered his head to check on his young son.

It was at this moment that Chu Ying called. Unable to reach Shen Minyan, she called Tang Dou directly.

"Xiao Tang, how is You You?" the woman’s voice was filled with anxiety.

Tang Dou glanced at Shen Minyan, who was walking around the living room with Su Youli, then turned around to report, "You You is fine now. I’ll check his temperature again in thirty minutes. He refused to sleep in his bed because he’s sick, so Chairman Shen is carrying him around the room..."

When children fall ill, they become especially fragile. Even the most well-behaved child can become cranky when uncomfortable.

What if You You gets fussy and Shen Minyan gets angry and snaps at him?

The little one definitely couldn’t handle being scolded by his father—he would surely cry his eyes out.

Tang Dou could sense Chu Ying’s distrust of Shen Minyan in her words.

After all, this was a family matter of the Shen family. Tang Dou didn’t plan to comment, only saying, "I’ll ask the production team if we can stream the room’s camera feed to you."

Tang Dou’s words reminded Chu Ying, and she asked him to pass the phone to Shen Minyan.

Shen Minyan didn’t hesitate, holding You You with one arm while using his other hand to pick up his phone and call the director.

In less than ten minutes, Chu Ying could watch the surveillance footage of the father and son’s room on her tablet.

Shen Minyan deliberately stood under the camera with You You, pulling down the little blanket covering the little one’s chin.

A small, sick-looking face came into view—eyes closed, cheeks still fever-flushed, and a Stitch cooling patch stuck on his fair forehead, with his hair clipped back by Tang Dou.

The little one looked pitiful in his illness. His little hands were still warm with fever, and one small arm reached out from under the blanket, tightly gripping the father who now was his only security.

Though the little one was clearly unwell, he slept soundly, breathing evenly. Chu Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you’re tired, let Tang Dou look after You You. He has experience."

Shen Minyan looked up and shook his head at the camera. "I’m not tired."

Alright then, Chu Ying raised an eyebrow. After all, this was what a father ought to do.

After Tang Dou took the little one’s temperature for the second time and it had returned to the normal range, Shen Minyan asked Tang Dou to go rest.

By then, the sky outside was beginning to lighten with the first light. Tang Dou gave a few quick instructions before leaving the room.

At 5 a.m., Su Youli’s complexion had finally returned to a healthy pale pink. Shen Minyan held him in his arms and, following the doctor’s instructions, began mixing formula.

This way, if the little one woke up, he could drink it immediately and get some nutrients.

As long as a child can eat, it means they are getting better.

At 7 a.m., when Pei Qiqi didn’t see You You in the kitchen and learned from the director that You You had a high fever the night before, he immediately hurried upstairs and knocked on the door.

Mi Huan and Mi Le followed closely behind, while Hua Zhao brought a clean plate with some breakfast.

When the door opened, You You had already been placed back in the big bed, and Shen Minyan, who had held the little one all night, was rubbing his aching arms.

Pei Qiqi was anxious, unable to resist trying to peek past him. "Mr. Shen, is You You better now?"

Shen Minyan smiled faintly and nodded. "His fever has gone down. Come on in."

The little one had woken up for a bit earlier but was still a bit dizzy. He had called out "Daddy" in a small, milky voice.

Shen Minyan knew very well that You You was most likely not calling for him. The clinginess from the night before was probably because he had a similar build to Qin Kun, which made the little one feel close to him.

But it didn’t matter. A stand-in father was still a father, wasn’t he? Boss Shen was fine with that.

Mi Le, holding Mi Huan’s hand, walked quietly into the room.

"You You, are you feeling very unwell?" Mi Le was unusually well-behaved today. When his brother told him to sit on the stool by the bed, he obediently did so without causing any trouble.

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The part about syncing the variety show surveillance to Chu Ying is made up; don’t take it seriously.