"Dad..." Lian En broke down crying, hugging Lianshan tightly. After all the humiliating truths were revealed, Dad could still hold him lovingly, calling him his precious eldest son, saying having a son like him was something others dreamed of but never got. He said there was no need for him to be more considerate, more filial, or try harder; he just hoped he could thoroughly enjoy his childhood. Lian En, comforted in his father’s arms, felt endlessly moved, thinking that this was enough. As long as his exceptional father continued to cherish him and acknowledged him as his son, he felt satisfied. As for his biological scoundrel of a father, that had nothing to do with him. Back when the man paid two hundred yuan for his mother’s abortion, any father-son relationship was severed by him personally, wasn’t it? Now, after being injured, there was no hope of other children trying to benefit from him? Ha, where in the world are there so many good things happening! Lian En chuckled coldly inside, directly listing that so-called father as someone to never engage with in this lifetime. Even though Little Lian’en seemed calm and decisive, ultimately he was just a seven-year-old child. Suddenly learning such a complex truth that even adults struggled with, how could Lianshan dare to let his little son stay alone with the twins? Without needing Shuzhen to suggest it, Lianshan voluntarily moved his own luggage into the west room. He said that while Second Aunt was away for a few days, it was men with men in one room, and beautiful women with little beauties in another. Father-son, mother-daughter, also took this chance to bond closely. Lian En noticed his father’s simple-minded smile, looking everywhere except meeting his gaze; how could he not know why? However, for his dad, who loved being close to Mom and treated sleeping with his brothers as punishment, to actively suggest sleeping in the west room... Lian En couldn’t help but smile broadly, feeling as sweet as having eaten a handful of White Rabbit candies. "Dad, I want to share a blanket with you!" Lian En said, smiling brightly, his voice filled with eager anticipation. "Ah? Sharing a blanket with Dad, you’ve got guts, bro! Aren’t you afraid he’ll tug the blanket in the middle of the night, leaving you cold? Next morning, you catch a fever, sneeze, and have to drink bitter medicine your mom prepares!" Chenchen looked at Lian En with amazement; being the elder brother meant having more guts. Bitter cold medicine, painful injections—whatever it was, he wouldn’t easily try it, leaving it to his courageous big brother! "Yeah, I love sharing a blanket with Dad, not afraid of being left cold!" Lian En laughed with his eyes arched, not telling his silly brother that his dad’s dislike of sharing the bed is just an excuse to avoid being near him. If not, with the blanket being too big and him being the elder brother needing to yield to the younger, he wouldn’t get this privilege! "Alright, alright, my precious eldest son likes it, Dad will hug him to sleep!" Lianshan affectionately patted Lian En’s little head, quickly fixing the bed and covering them with a quilt. He fetched warm water so the family could wash their hands and feet, then blew out the lamp early to go to sleep. After cuddling with Little Lian’en, he even jokingly asked Chenchen if he wanted to join, but naturally, Chenchen who believed the excuse that people would hog the blankets declined. "Fine, you foolish boy, you’re missing out; I’ll hug my eldest son!" Lianshan chuckled, pinching Chenchen’s nose, while Lian En snuggled deeper into his father’s embrace. Concerned about chilling his precious son, Lianshan carefully pulled the blanket more towards Lian En. Father and son embraced each other warmly, indescribably close and tender. Until midnight, when Lianshan was awoken by the heat from the little body in his arms. Initially, Lianshan mumbled sleepily, "Hot little guy, you’re really fierce, making your old man sweat!" As he tried to adjust the blanket away from the child a bit, he accidentally felt Lian En’s forehead, as hot as coals, driving away all thoughts of sleep. Without bothering to put on clothes or shoes, he quickly lit the lamp. By candlelight, he saw Lian En’s beet-red cheeks and felt how burning hot his skin was. Lianshan hurriedly grabbed the candle and slipped on shoes, dashing to the east room to rummage for medicine. "What’s wrong with you, awake in the middle of the night?" Shuzhen, awakened by the commotion, frowned with full bewilderment. "Well, Lian En has a fever, I want to find some antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine. I remember we have Analgin at home, let’s give him a tablet and see. If it’s not effective, we can go to the town clinic tomorrow morning." Lianshan explained while searching, quickly finding his target among a pile of standby medicine. With the child seriously burning, he didn’t have time for lengthy explanations, quickly telling Shuzhen he had it under control as she returned to sleep, while he fetched a cup of hot water to feed Lian En the medicine. With the child’s fever high enough needing Analgin, how could Shuzhen, despite any emotional barriers, continue sleeping? Even with her inner conflict, he was her biological son after all! She quickly dressed, ascended from the bed, and slipped on shoes going to the west room to check on Lian En. By now, Lianshan was already holding Little Lian’en, softly trying to wake him to take the medicine! As Shuzhen entered, she saw her son’s flushed face, his limp body clinging to Lianshan and not waking despite calls. Touching him, he felt blistering hot. He turned back to fetch the house’s thermometer, wow, directly measured 39.3 degrees! That frightening temperature truly panicked Shuzhen, who quickly told Lianshan to carry Chenchen away from the side. Better one with cold fever wasn’t infecting the other. Seeing how Lian En couldn’t be awakened, the couple crushed the pill with a rolling pin, dissolved it in water, and forcefully fed it by one holding the child and the other spoon-feeding, managing to get the medicine down. Afterwards, Shuzhen fetched the family’s guest-only liquor, using freshly harvested cotton to apply it, and the couple tirelessly rubbed Lian En’s forehead, armpits, thigh roots, neck, inner elbows, aiming to rapidly bring down the fever. Despite working all through the night until morning, Lian En’s temperature only slightly dropped to about 38 degrees. Afraid the child might worsen if traveling to the clinic, Lianshan resolutely rode his bike to town at dawn, hoping to bring back the town clinic’s senior doctor for Lian En. Whether to give an antipyretic shot or apply an IV drip—whatever needed to bring down the fever properly. And prevent any complication if the fever led to inflammation, things would truly become critically bad!