I thought she just had a common cold, but I didn't expect her to have such a serious fever that she slept in the hospital bed in pain with a deep frown on her face.
Her lips and face were ashen, her hair soaked with sweat due to her high temperature.
I didn't dare disturb her. After paying the medical bill, I went to ask the doctor about Yasmine's condition.
The doctor, who was originally chatting with a patient in a friendly manner, immediately knitted his brows and uttered a snort when he saw me. "So, are you the father of that little girl? You should be blamed. The girl has such a severe fever, yet neither of her parents accompanied her here!
"Do you know her brain would be harmed if she came any later?"
I hastened to apologize and explained that I had been working overtime.
"Is your work more important than your child? Besides, if you couldn't come, what about your wife?"
"Yeah, where is my wife?" I wondered.
I picked up my phone and called Rena, only to hear a busy tone after a long wait.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not answered. Please redial later."
I sighed, bought some things, and placed them beside my daughter's bed, waiting for her to wake up.