Help her get treatment（1）

Jane turned to look at John, her lips curling in a mocking smile. "You'll stay up all night? Who knows if you'll get a call from your sweetheart in the middle of the night and leave Jill behind?"

John was made uncomfortable by her sarcastic tone. "Jill is my daughter." Besides, he didn't have a sweetheart. But he didn't feel the need to explain that to her.

Looking at Jill's sleeping face, Jane realized that she might not be able to care for her all the time given her current physical condition. After thinking for a moment, she agreed, "I'll stay up for the first half of the night, and you'll take the second half."

John scanned the room. Jane had booked a VIP room, but even so, the conditions were so poor in the old hospital that they couldn't even find a place to sit. "We'll take Jill to St. Mary's first thing in the morning."

Jane lowered her long lashes, and when she looked up, she spoke calmly, "Unless you fire Charlotte, the head of obstetrics and gynecology, I won't agree."

John raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a grudge against her?"

Jane remained silent, but her attitude was unwavering. John relented, "Okay."

It was just a head of a department of obstetrics and gynecology. They could find someone else if necessary.

After two bottles of IV fluid were administered, it was already early morning. John stepped out of the room for a moment and surprisingly brought Brian in. Brian had a folding chair in his hand, which he unfolded and placed next to the hospital bed.

Pointing to the chair, John said to Jane, "You sleep." He had been standing for several hours and was exhausted.

Jane gave John a blank look but lay down on the chair. She was feeling dizzy, and if she didn't rest soon, she might faint. "Watch Jill," she emphasized before closing her eyes.

John gave her a stern look and reiterated, "Jill is my daughter."

She lay down peacefully, tiredly closing her eyes. Perhaps it was because of the scene that she couldn't help but wonder: if her biological son hadn't been stolen, would she and John live happily together? Would he treat their son as he did with Jill?

Ever since he was convinced that she was having an affair, she had lost all hope in the man with the ⓨⓑγβ name. But she still couldn't imagine that maybe, at least, he loved his children.

Lost in thought, she gradually fell asleep. Her body was too tired, so she slept especially soundly.

When she woke up, she was stunned. The walls around her were all white, even the sheets gave off a faint scent. Her body was lying comfortably, but Jill was nowhere to be seen. When she got up, she realized that she had an IV drip attached to her hand.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and John walked in with two doctors. The two doctors asked about her health, and she answered truthfully. After they left, she finally had a chance to ask John, "Where's Jill?"

John looked at her and said, "The doctor said that chickenpox can also be transmitted to adults. With your current physical condition, it is not suitable for you to be in the same ward as Jill."

Jane frowned, wanting to get out of bed immediately to see Jill, but John held her down. "I'll bring her to see you soon."

"Is her fever gone?"

John nodded.

"Are the chickenpox on her face gone?"

John shook his head. "The doctor said it won't disappear so quickly. It will take at least a week."

As he spoke, he sent a message out. Soon after, Brian brought Jill in. The little girl was wearing a mask, her eyes shining bright. The haze and fragility from last night had disappeared from her eyes.

She bounced over to the bedside, about to reach out to hug Jane, but then remembered something and stopped in time. "Mom, Dad said you're sick and need rest. Jill can't pass on the illness to you."