Another person reached out and touched Ning's forehead.
It was so hot it felt like his hand was scorched by fire.
"It's burning up, Shan Feng, his head is so hot. Could he be sick?" The person withdrew his hand, shaking it as he spoke anxiously.
Upon hearing this, a trace of worry flickered in Shan Feng's eyes as he slowly placed his hand on Ning's forehead.
An abnormal heat transmitted through Ning's skin to his palm.
So hot!
Shan Feng quickly looked over Ning's body—burning up, red with heat.
"So hot, so hot, so hot." Ning's eyes were clenched shut as he moaned in pain with furrowed brows.
Hearing Ning's words, Shan Feng spoke with uncertainty, "That doesn't make sense, the temperature has dropped so much, why would he feel hot? He was fine when it was hotter before, so why is it like this now?"
"Do you feel hot now?" Shan Feng looked up and asked the person.
"Not at all, I think the temperature is just right now."
