Chen Yiran's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Wang Zichen rush out the room, Azalea convulsing in his arms. A chill ran down her spine, but it only took a split second for the reality to hit her. I'm a doctor.
Without thinking, she shot out of the room and sprinted down the hallway as she raced after him. By the time she reached the stairs, Wang Zichen had already vanished.
He didn't even use the elevator. He was already charging down the steps, he was already halfway moving faster, practically flying down the steps.
"Wang Zichen!" Chen Yiran's voice sliced through the air.
Wang Zichen froze, his back to her. The tension in the air was thick, Chen Yiran and pushed herself harder, reaching him before he stepped out of the door. She grabbed his arm.
"Give her to me!"
He turned to face her, eyes wide, his face twisted with frustration, "We don't have time for this. She needs to go to a hospital!"
"If you take her like this, she might not make it!" She snapped.
Wang Zichen hesitated, his hands tightening around Azalea. But something in Chen Yiran's eyes made him stop. The fire, the certainty, he just had to trust her. He finally relented, handing the baby over. By now the butler was there and the bodyguard had already prepared the helicopter.
Chen Yiran wasted no time. She laid Azalea on the nearest couch, tilting her tiny head to the side, so she would not choke on her own saliva or vomit, "She's having a febrile seizure," she muttered, scanning her quickly.
"What?" Wang Zichen's hand curled into fists.
"She's burning up so badly that her body is shutting down. I need to bring her fever down now."
She loosened Azalea's clothes, unbuttoning her onesie. letting air cool her skin, "Get me water!" she ordered to which a maid was quick to get it.
When she got the water, since she didn't have any cloth nearby except for the ones she just undressed Aza. She took Aza's vest, her hands trembled for a second but steadied as she dipped it in the water and pressed it to Azalea's forehead, then to the back of her neck and armpits before pinching her tongue to prevent her from chocking. Cooling her down with methodical care.
Azalea's body twitched again, but the seconds stretched, and the convulsions slowed. Her breathing began to stabilize as her shivers faded and her body relaxed.
Wang Zichen stood there watching everything unfold, staring at her, his mind reeling. He had no idea when she learned first aid, let alone how she had done it so calmly.
Chen Yiran kept her hands steady, "Now we can go," She looked up at Wang Zichen, her eyes sharp as she scooped Azalea to leave. The first aid Scarlett did, left the butler, some maids and bodyguards in awe.
The family of three rushed toward the door. They boarded the helicopter, the rotors slicing through the night as they sped toward the hospital. Wang Zichen sat stiffly, while Chen Yiran hold her their daughter, never taking her eyes off her.
The moment they landed on the rooftop, a team of doctors was already waiting. Chen Yiran quickly took Azalea and rushed inside, her pace steady but urgent. Wang Zichen followed closely behind, his face unreadable.
Inside the hospital VIP room, Chen Yiran passed Azalea into Dr. Xu's waiting arms. "She had a high fever, then started convulsing," She explained, her voice clipped with exhaustion. Dr. Xu nodded an immediately took Azalea for some diagnostic test to monitor brain activity, check for structural abnormalities if the convulsing caused any infection.
After those checks, Azalea fever stabilized and was administered an oxygen mask.
"The young mistress has to be admitted for close observation and treatment," Dr. Xu informed the parents before she bowed together with the other doctors and left.
The silence between the two was thick.
Wang Zichen's eyes flickered to Chen Yiran. She looked different, calmer, more controlled but also... distant. His gaze dropped to her shirt. It was thin, practically see-through under the harsh hospital lights.
Without thinking, he shrugged off his trench coat and draped it over her shoulder. As much as he hates her, he still can't deny the fact she's his wife and the mother to her daughter.
Chen Yiran tensed. She had been so deep in her thought that the unexpected warmth startled her. Her fingers brushed the heavy fabric before her eyes lifted to Wang Zichen's. The weight of the coat. The warmth of it. The warmth of him.
A second passed. Then another.
And then, with a voice so steady it left no room for hesitation, Chen Yiran said,
"Let's divorce."
She stood up, pulling his coat tighter around her like a shield. No emotion, No second glance. She then turned and walked out,
Wang Zichen didn't stop her, he didn't move. He just stood there. His legs rooted to the spot, watching her disappear through the door.
As Chen Yiran walked out, she reasoned that she'll have to divorce Wang Zichen and leave alone with Azalea as living with Wang Zichen was torture. How can one possibly live with someone who hates you to the core!
If only she knew that it was only her wishful thinking and that divorce was forbidden in the Wang family.