The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter
Chapter 624 A Very Good Choice (3)_1

Chapter 624: Chapter 624 A Very Good Choice (3)_1

Old Master Situ looked up and saw his youngest son. He hurriedly spoke, "Hurry, tell the driver who brought you back not to leave. The baby is sick, we need to take her to the hospital."

As soon as Situ Haotian heard that his precious daughter was ill, he couldn’t remain calm any longer. He no longer cared about appearances, and turned to rush towards the door.

Upstairs, Old Madam Situ and Loo Yaxin were scrambling—one fetching a thermometer to take Situ Xin’s temperature and the other getting a wet towel to put on her forehead to bring the fever down.

By the time Old Master Situ had stopped the departing driver and come upstairs, Loo Yaxin had already taken Situ Xin’s temperature.

Just then, she was holding the thermometer, checking Situ Xin’s temperature. Loo Yaxin saw that it read 43 degrees, and felt a darkness before her eyes, nearly fainting from fright; thankfully, Situ Haotian was quick to catch her. "Yaxin, what’s wrong?"

"Haotian, the baby, she’s running a fever of 43 degrees." Loo Yaxin knew that a fever of 39 degrees was enough to make one feel extremely uncomfortable, and at 40 degrees, if the fever isn’t reduced promptly, it could be life-threatening. But her daughter’s fever had surged to 43 degrees, and just thinking about it made her world go dark.

Old Madam Situ heard the temperature reported by her daughter-in-law and was startled, but she was more composed than Loo Yaxin. She commanded her son, "Then hurry, quickly carry the baby downstairs; we need to get to the hospital. Fast!" However, one could detect a tremble in Old Madam Situ’s voice.

"Oh, right, okay." Situ Haotian let go of his wife and quickly picked up his daughter, who was already unconscious on the bed, and rushed downstairs, followed closely by Old Master Situ, Old Madam Situ, and Loo Yaxin.

Situ Xin, engrossed in unconsciousness, had no idea what was happening around her. She saw two tiny figures in her mind, arguing fiercely with one another. What started as an evenly matched struggle gradually shifted as the figure with wings began to lose ground to the one with horns.

These two tiny figures represented the two opposing thoughts within Situ Xin’s mind. The winged figure stood for the side of justice, the positive energy at the bottom of Situ Xin’s heart. The horned one, obviously, was the embodiment of her darker side.

Usually, the horned figure was at a disadvantage, constantly suppressed by the winged figure, but today, as Situ Xin fell into a mystical struggle, the horned figure suddenly gained the upper hand, overpowering the winged one at every turn.

And it even seemed to be on the verge of completely defeating the winged figure.

As the winged figure was almost without hope of revival, Situ Xin suddenly felt a change in her surroundings; the two figures vanished, and she was left alone.

She was about to call for Baibai, to ask Baibai where she was, when she felt her body gradually heat up, from an initially bearable warmth to a searing heat, as if she were in a sea of flames.

"It’s so uncomfortable." Situ Xin weakly squatted down where she was. "What’s happening to me?"

At that time, Situ Xin had no awareness that she was trapped, ensnared within the mystical struggle she had woven for herself.

Throughout her spiritual practice, Situ Xin had always had smooth sailing, not to mention falling into demonic obstacles; she hadn’t even had the chance to stray from the path, so she had never specifically looked into knowledge on this subject.

"It’s so hot, so scorching. So uncomfortable. Grandpa, maternal grandpa, grandma, maternal grandma. Dad, Mom, come quickly and save the baby." When one is vulnerable, they will subconsciously seek warmth and assistance from those dearest to them. Situ Xin hugged herself, sitting collapsed on the ground, muttering softly.

On the way to the hospital, Old Master Situ personally called the head of the military hospital, and Gao Yong, who was originally dining in a mountain resort, hurried to the military hospital after receiving a call from Old Master Situ, the senior leader.

When the car carrying Situ Xin arrived at the hospital, the hospital director Gao Yong and the emergency center’s medical team were already waiting at the entrance.

"Elder leader, who is sick?" Gao Yong approached as soon as Old Master Situ got out of the car.

"My granddaughter. She has a high fever; we measured her temperature at home, 43 degrees." Old Master Situ spoke as he stepped aside to let Situ Haotian, who was holding Situ Xin, get out of the car.

Gao Yong was shocked to see Situ Xin held by Situ Haotian, "Master?" He hadn’t anticipated that his master was the one who was ill. But he knew well that a doctor cannot heal themselves, so he was only momentarily surprised upon seeing Situ Xin, then signaled the nurses to bring the stretcher over and asked Situ Haotian to place Situ Xin on it.

Although Loo Yaxin and Old Madam Situ had already taken Situ Xin’s temperature at home, the hospital staff still retook it upon their arrival. However, the result was the same.

This temperature reading made Gao Yong and the others feel quite challenged. After conducting a full-body examination on Situ Xin and finding no discernible cause, they had no choice but to administer a fever-reducing injection and start an IV drip.

Nevertheless, there was no effect at all. Even after the IV drip finished, Situ Xin’s temperature hadn’t dropped in the slightest. Situ Xin’s family was desperately anxious, as were the hospital staff, all sweating profusely.

Especially facing both the senior and the middle-aged leaders, who were known for their fiery tempers, it put an extraordinary amount of pressure on them.

"What’s going on? Why hasn’t the fever dropped at all, not even by one degree?" Old Master Situ glared with red-rimmed eyes at Gao Yong and the medical team, making them feel the chill of sweaty backs.

They were helpless too, having tried every method available to reduce the patient’s temperature with zero success. They were now close to being at their wits’ end.