An Ning had a fever.
At Lin Cuihua's shout, An Sancheng came running over, barefoot and in just his long johns.
"What is it?"
"She has a fever! She's burning up! What do we do?"
Lin Cuihua was frantic, tears streaming down her face.
"She had a fever when she was little, and then she couldn't speak..."
Hearing Lin Cuihua say that, An Sancheng's heart ached, and he grew even more afraid.
"It's okay. It won't happen again. She was just a little girl back then!"
"I'll go get our oldest son. Have him fetch the village doctor first. You find some alcohol and wipe her down."
An Sancheng was scared too, his hands and feet trembling. 'Nothing else can happen to her.'
In a frantic hurry, An Sancheng ran out barefoot and banged on the window of his eldest son's room.
"Eldest! Eldest! Your little sister has a fever! Go find the doctor!"
Inside the room, Gao Guifen heard it first and quickly shook An Guoqing.
"Guoqing! An Guoqing, hurry!"
