The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen's phone kept ringing. She looked down and saw it was an unfamiliar number with several missed calls.

After answering, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, polite yet urgent: "Hello, are you the secretary's wife? I am the director of the Central Hospital. Where are you now? I'll come to pick you up right away."

She had just hung up the phone when she saw a middle-aged man running over with a doctor in a white coat, their faces full of fear and their foreheads covered in fine beads of sweat.

He bowed slightly and said, "I'm so sorry, we'll arrange for you to take your child to the ward right away. This is the head of pediatrics; he'll examine your child immediately."

Ye Zhenzhen didn't give them any attitude. She carried the child into the ward, where the child was still whimpering softly from the fever. She kept gently patting the child's back.

When the nurse came to take a blood sample from the children's fingertips, the two little ones burst into tears.

Ye Zhenzhen felt heartbroken looking at the blood on her child's finger. She held back her tears and comforted him, "Sweetie, sweetie, Mommy's here. Don't cry, don't cry."

Ye's parents were also wiping away tears.

The results came out in just five minutes.

"The child has a viral infection, so I'll prescribe some more antiviral medication. The fever reducer has already been taken; let's observe whether it goes down. If it doesn't, then we'll need an IV drip."

Upon hearing that she needed an IV drip, Ye Zhenzhen's heart sank even further.

Fortunately, after half an hour, the fever gradually subsided, the two children started to sweat, their faces were no longer so red, and they fell asleep peacefully.

Zhou Huaijin rushed over, not even having time to put on her coat, her hair disheveled by the wind.

He pushed open the door to the ward, touched the child's forehead first, and then breathed a sigh of relief. He then saw Ye Zhenzhen's red eyes, walked over and hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Ye Zhenzhen leaned against him, and the pent-up grievances she had been holding in all afternoon finally burst forth, and tears flowed silently down her face, soaking his shirt.

Standing beside her, Ye's mother angrily recounted what had happened, growing angrier with each word: "It's infuriating! If it weren't for Zhenzhen's senior sister, we'd still be waiting in line. Why is it so difficult for this child to see a doctor!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Huaijin rushed back as fast as he could, his mind filled with the image of Ye Zhenzhen crying at the emergency room entrance while holding the child.

The thought of his wife and children being unable to get medical treatment here and being humiliated made him want to kill these people.

Just then, the hospital director came in with the doctor and nurses involved to apologize.

His gaze fell on the two people, sharp as a knife, sending chills down one's spine.

The hospital director broke out in a cold sweat, his voice trembling: "Secretary, there's a recent flu outbreak, the pediatric ward is overflowing, and doctors are working under immense pressure, so their attitude towards patients—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Huaijin interrupted him sharply: "Don't make excuses for your dereliction of duty! Ordinary people come to the hospital for treatment, not to be looked down upon! You're taking taxpayers' money, and this is your attitude?"

His gaze turned coldly to the doctor: "The child has a high fever, why can't you prescribe medicine first? Even if you can't prescribe medicine, is it so hard to just say what medicine you want and go to the pharmacy?"

The doctor had his head down and was trembling all over.

Why won't the emergency room admit children with fevers?

"Because...because too many people have fevers—"

"Does having a high fever give you the right to refuse treatment? Who will be held responsible if an accident occurs due to the high fever?"

Zhou Huaijin's gaze fell on the emergency room nurse's face, and his anger grew with each word he spoke.

"Aren't you afraid of complaints?! Who's been suppressing all your complaints?"

"Patients are already physically vulnerable when they come to the hospital, and now they have to suffer your humiliation?"

He paused for a moment, then asked her sternly, "What's wrong with being a mom? Weren't you born of a mother? You're so young and have no manners at all!"

Ye Zhenzhen had never seen him so angry.

Even Lin Rui had never seen his boss so angry. He was usually calm and composed, and when his subordinates made mistakes, he would arrange for the relevant departments to handle them.

This hospital is really blind; it offended the three people the leader cares about most.

The dean was terrified and kept nodding and bowing, saying, "Secretary, we will definitely deal with this seriously."

Zhou Huaijin, his face cold, spoke each word sharply: "It needs to be dealt with, but you must give me a solution! How do you solve the problem of children's difficulty in accessing medical care? How do you connect emergency rooms to pediatrics? How do you improve the quality of medical staff? The Health Commission should also investigate this thoroughly!"

Looking at his cold profile, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt a sense of security that she couldn't quite explain.

They deserve it. They should be taught a lesson.

Ye Zhenzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief once the child's fever had completely subsided.

But the doctor said the viral infection could cause fever to recur for a day or two, and that fever reducers could be given intermittently, while antiviral medication needed to be taken for five consecutive days. They took the child home.

The little one felt a bit better after the fever subsided, but was still listless.

The nanny cooked a meal, and Ye Zhenzhen ate a few bites with difficulty, showing little appetite. Jiang Li sent several more WeChat messages, listing the medicines commonly kept at home for the child, and telling her that she could buy a feeding device that could feed the child without opening their mouth. She also mentioned several high-end private hospitals, saying that although they were expensive, they offered good service and no waiting in line.

She wrote them down one by one. "Thank you, senior sister, you've really helped me a lot."

Looking at the two little ones who had finally quieted down, she felt both lingering fear and deep emotion.

No wonder people don't want to have children anymore; it's so difficult to even see a doctor.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when her two children developed a fever again before going to bed, vomiting up all the milk they had drunk, their little faces turning deathly pale.

The family was frantic, quickly giving her fever-reducing medicine. Zhou Huaijin, seeing how exhausted she had been all day, felt very sorry for her: "Go to sleep, I'll keep an eye on things."

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head: "No, wait until the fever goes down."

She carried the child to their room and told her parents to go to sleep first. The elderly couple couldn't sleep either, and they would come down to check on the child every now and then, until the fever subsided in the middle of the night, before they felt relieved enough to go back upstairs.

Zhou Huaijin touched the child's forehead, which was gradually cooling down, and then reached out to pull his wife, who was curled up beside him, into his arms: "Go back to sleep, don't stay up too late."

Ye Zhenzhen finally closed her eyes with peace of mind, but she couldn't sleep soundly. Every now and then, she would reach out and touch the child's forehead.

At four in the morning, the fever spiked again, like two ticking time bombs. Neither of us dared to sleep anymore; we turned on the lights, took their temperatures, gave them medicine, and tried to soothe them to sleep, waiting for the fever to break.

After daybreak, I gave the children antiviral medication, but they resisted it. They would often vomit after being fed, then vomit again, and I would have to feed them half of it and then vomit the other half back up, so I had to start over. The medication also had side effects; the children started having diarrhea and vomiting, and their little faces turned a sallow yellow.

The fever kept subsiding and then rising again, lasting for a full day and night. Ye Zhenzhen and Zhou Huaijin stayed by her side almost without closing their eyes, their eyes bloodshot.

A bout of the flu left the two new parents exhausted and worn out. Ye Zhenzhen leaned on Zhou Huaijin's shoulder, sighing wearily, "Old Zhou, raising children is really tough. I hope they'll be healthy and strong from now on."

She suddenly understood the thoughts of many parents: they didn't expect their children to be outstanding, they just wanted them to grow up healthy.

After the illness, both children lost a lot of weight, and the family was heartbroken. Just as the children were recovering, Ye Zhenzhen also fell ill, suffering from a terrible sore throat, fever, and body aches. Then Zhou Huaijin also caught the illness, becoming so hoarse that he couldn't speak. Later, Ye's parents also succumbed to the disease, one after another coughing and developing fevers. The whole family took turns getting sick.

However, through this experience, the two of them learned a lot about parenting. They learned what medicine to buy when their child is sick, when to go to the hospital, and how to lower a child's fever using physical methods. Ye Zhenzhen also bought high-end medical insurance so that she can go directly to a private hospital when her child is sick, instead of having to wait in line for hours at a public hospital.