There was a deep and straining silence in Jiang villa as everybody had gathered in Ruru's room. Mingshen was checking over him as he flashed a small torchlight on his pupils. Qingqing was firmly perched on his side, nudging Ruru's cheek from time to time with her nose.
Jiang Hua's tears refused to stop seeing how her son was not responding. He laid there blank and empty.
"Ruru will be fine!" Lihua whispered. "He is a strong boy."
"He is fine," Mingshen declared. "He just needs some rest. A seizure usually lasts for a few minutes and stops by itself. His shivering has stopped."
Which was proved when Ruru finally moved his head. His eyes restored focus, as he watched everybody.
"Ruru!" Jiang Hua sat beside him and hugged him. She brushed her fingers through his hair, sobbing hard.
Lihua wiped the corner of her eyes as well as relief washed over her. Jiang Weisheng patted her shoulder. "Lihua, you have been standing for a long time now. Sit. You will tire yourself out."
