"Madam, why have you come?"
The doctor looked at Lin Shuangshuang in surprise and asked with utmost respect.
"I heard Fantuan is sick, so I came to check on him." Releasing Mu Shaoxi and Little Nuomi, Lin Shuangshuang approached the crib and saw Little Fantuan's tear-streaked face turn red. She frowned slightly, "How is the situation?"
"A preliminary check suggests that Young Master might be experiencing gas, which is why he's crying."
Gas?
Gas in infants is one of the most common symptoms.
The caregivers surely should know this.
Lin Shuangshuang's expression darkened as she looked at the caregivers with scrutiny and displeasure, "How are you taking care of Fantuan? You don't even know about the simplest issue of gas?"
"Madam, we..."
"I don't want to hear excuses!"
The two caregivers lowered their heads, trembling, and said, "It's our oversight. While caring for the Young Master today, we didn't carefully..."
"Wah..."
