Tom trailed off, his gaze falling on the stroller in the room. Seemingly remembering something, he called his subordinate and gave detailed instructions. "Go find this traditional doctor. Have him prepare some nourishing tonics according to this prescription and send them to the hospital. It's been five days; my wife has been arguing with me and probably hasn't eaten much. Go now."
"Forget it. Just bring him to the hospital. Have him examine the baby, too."
After saying that, Tom searched for the doctor's business card on his phone and sent it to Dina.
"Dina, things have been chaotic and troublesome lately. I don't have time to go with you. If you have time, go see this traditional doctor yourself."
Dina looked at the business card on her phone, and a flicker of subtle displeasure crossed her eyes. She curled up on the sofa, pretending to ask casually, "Tom, is Regina still mad at you?"
Tom frowned slightly. "Yeah, it's fine. She's just like that. She'll get over it in a few days. Don't worry."