Chapter 905: Sheng Aifei is called

The little guy didn't even come out for dinner, saying he wasn't hungry.

After dinner.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Shi Youxuan knocked on Aifei's door: "Aifei, open the door."

"Coming."

He opened the door, and his mother stood at the entrance holding a steaming bowl of pork rib noodles, her voice gentle and soft: "Time to eat noodles, Grandma made them especially for you, even Zichen didn't get any."

The piping hot noodles were fragrant and mouth-watering.

The crystal-white noodles lay in amber-colored sauce, and on top of the bowl were five or six pork ribs, two snow-white poached eggs, bright green rapeseed, and golden shredded carrots.

Pork rib noodles were Aifei's favorite, but he didn't want to eat right now.

"Mom, I'm not hungry! I have something to ask of you."

"You didn't eat at noon, how can you not be hungry if you don't eat dinner? Mom will feed you, no matter what it is, eat your meal first and then we'll talk."

Sheng Aifei was stunned.

Ever since he could remember, his biological mother had never fed him; it was good enough if the food was just placed on the table—eat it or not, starve if you don't.

Shi Youxuan lifted a chopstick full of noodles, paused in the air to let them cool so they wouldn't burn his mouth, and held them to his lips: "Good boy, open your mouth."

He opened his mouth and ate; it was delicious.

It wasn't just the noodles that were fragrant; there was also the taste of love inside.

"Mom, I'll eat by myself." Tears welled up in the little guy's eyes.

"I'll feed you!"

Under Shi Youxuan's insistence, Aifei finished the whole bowl of noodles.

Setting down the bowl, Shi Youxuan said: "Alright, didn't you have something you wanted to tell me? You can say it now."

"Mom, I want to change my name."

"Is it because your classmates gave you a nickname?"

"Yes."

Shi Youxuan pulled Aifei into her arms, gently stroked his head, and said softly: "Poor child, of course I agree to you changing your name, but this name was your mother's entire hope; are you sure?"

Although Aifei was young, he was very sensible.

He fell silent.

Of course he knew this name was his mother's entire hope, the evidence his mother believed proved his father loved her, but his father didn't love her; his father loved the mother in front of him more.

Being able to bring it up was actually the result of deep consideration.

"I've made up my mind."

His voice was very small, as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"Okay, I agree."

"Mom, you agree?" He looked up, surprised; he hadn't expected it to be so straightforward.

"I agree."

Why wouldn't she agree?

If she hadn't been afraid of making the child uncomfortable, she would have wanted to change Aifei's name long ago.

Sheng Aifei?

What a lousy name.

It was nothing more than a consolation Yafei gave herself for something she couldn't have.

Consoling oneself is fine, but don't build your own happiness on someone else's suffering; this person, even if it's her own son, won't do!

Once a child is born, they are not the private property of their parents.

Changing a name is easy; the name on the household register and school records was changed in less than two hours, and Aifei's new name was—Sheng Litian.

It was a name he chose himself; Aifei... no, Sheng Litian wanted to be a man who stands tall and upright!

Two-thirty in the morning.

The Shi Family residence was brightly lit; Shi Yucheng and Gu Zhihao took turns watching the child, using warm water to wipe his face, palms, and soles to physically lower his fever.

Gu Yulong had fallen ill; during the day, Yuke had run around wildly with him in the courtyard, and both were drenched in sweat, so she took two ice creams from the refrigerator, one for herself and one for her son.

The adult was fine, but the child's stomach was delicate, and he developed a high fever that night.

Yuke was sleeping soundly; her son's fever didn't affect her sleep at all!

The nanny wasn't there at night, so taking care of the child could only be done by the two grown men.

Gu Yulong had a strong constitution and this was his first fever since birth; the two men had no experience and were busy in a flurry.

"Dad, let's take him to the hospital, this won't do." Gu Zhihao said, looking at the thermometer in his hand with worry.

Thirty-nine point two degrees, and the child's hands and feet were cold; he was afraid the fever would rise further.

"Alright, let's go to the hospital."

The two wrapped the child up, and Shi Liu drove them to the hospital in the middle of the night.

The doctor first gave the child a fever-reducing injection, then ran tests and blood work; by the time dawn was approaching, the fever finally broke.

"Thank heavens, the fever is finally down." Shi Yucheng slumped by his grandson's bedside, having spent the whole night in fear, finally feeling slightly at ease.

When other people's children are sick and hospitalized, there is usually a mother by their side, but his daughter still had the temperament of a child and struggled to take care of herself; let her take care of the child?

Just a short while during the day resulted in this; he wouldn't dare let her do it again.

Shi Liu asked with concern: "Godfather, you should go home and rest, I'll stay here."

"No need, you go back instead; Zhihao and I will be fine. Where is Zhihao?"

Only then did he realize that his son-in-law had been gone for nearly an hour, saying he was going to pick up the blood test report; it was just a trip up and down the stairs, so why hadn't he returned yet?

"I'll call my brother-in-law."

The call was dialed, but the other party did not answer for a long time.

"I'll go look for him."

Shi Liu found the place where the test reports were picked up, but there was no one there.

After searching upstairs and downstairs, he still couldn't find him, and finally found him in the stairwell near the Hospital Ward.

Gu Zhihao was squatting on the ground, crying his eyes out, his face covered in tears.

"Brother-in-law, why are you here? You made me search all over for you. What's wrong, Brother-in-law? Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, you go back. No, I'll go back. I need to go back and calm down." He stood up, but perhaps because he had been squatting for too long, he didn't stand steadily and his figure swayed, nearly falling.

Shi Liu instinctively went to support him, but he shook him off as if he had been electrocuted.

"I don't need your help, don't touch me."

Then he stumbled down the stairs, as if someone were chasing him from behind if he ran too slowly.

Shi Liu called out from behind: "Brother-in-law, this is the eighteenth floor, are you sure you want to take the stairs down?"

There was no answer, only the sound of footsteps growing further and further away.

He returned to the Hospital Ward and said to his godfather: "Godfather, Brother-in-law has gone home."

"Gone home?"

Shi Yucheng was a bit surprised, but he didn't think much of it; he assumed his son-in-law knew the child's fever had broken and was worried about Yuke being home alone, so he had gone back.

"That's fine, let him go back and rest. The hospital doesn't need this many people."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor came in: "Parent of Gu Yulong, why hasn't the child's test report been delivered to the office yet?"

Shi Yucheng asked Shi Liu: "Where is the test report?"

"Brother-in-law took it."

Both of them looked bewildered.

It wouldn't do for the test report to be taken away; the doctor needed it to prescribe the right medicine, so he had to be made to bring it back, or if his son-in-law had an emergency, Shi Liu should go get it.

Shi Yucheng called his son-in-law again, but this time, it was even worse: the call was rejected, then the phone was turned off.

"What is going on with Zhihao? Why is his phone turned off?" Shi Yucheng was displeased.

The doctor reminded them: "You don't need to bring it back; just take the medical record card to the machine and print another copy."

Reminded, Shi Yucheng hurriedly told Shi Liu to go print a copy.

The test report was brought back quickly; after looking at it, the doctor diagnosed a gastrointestinal cold, prescribed a few boxes of medicine for the child, and said that after twenty-four hours of observation in the hospital, they could go home if there were no issues.

Shi Yucheng, being extra cautious, asked the doctor: "What does this item on the test report mean?"

The doctor: "Oh, that's the blood type."

Gu Yulong had type B blood.

"That's not right, it's impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."

Shi Yucheng clutched his heart, his face flushed.

"Godfather, Godfather, don't get agitated." Shi Liu still didn't know what had happened, but he knew his godfather's complexion was not right.