The scalding temperature burned her palm. She withdrew her hand and gently pushed him, "Leng Youchen, you have a fever. Wake up."
Leng Youchen brushed off her hand, turned over, and mumbled, "Don't bother me. Let me sleep for a while."
Wei Anning looked at his stubborn demeanor, inexplicably finding it amusing, yet unable to laugh. His fever was definitely caused by the infection and inflammation of the wound on his back.
She stood up, picked up her phone, and called Lu Feng, asking him to bring a doctor to Caesar's Mile.
While waiting for the doctor to arrive, Wei Anning went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, using a hot towel to wipe Leng Youchen's body to help reduce his temperature.
His body was already burning like a fireball. It felt like the hot towel touching his skin would evaporate steam. Wei Anning was anxious and made several calls to urge Lu Feng.
