Chen Jingbo looked at this woman, examining her closely, her cheeks were flushed, her steps were unsteady, looking quite exhausted.
Her voice sounded like a broken gong, it was obvious she had a flu.
If he wasn't mistaken, she not only had a flu but also a severe fever.
Slightly tensed, Chen Jingbo walked over and grabbed the woman's arm: "Are you sick?"
Ou Jingfeng was caught and almost stumbled.
She impatiently yelled at Chen Jingbo: "What are you doing?"
Chen Jingbo disregarded her attitude and reached out to feel her forehead.
He only felt it was burning hot.
"You have a fever?" he remarked.
Ou Jingfeng didn't want to talk, reaching to pull his hand away, not wanting contact with this person.
But after tugging, she couldn't pull it away.
She could only say: "Let go of me."
"I'll take you to the hospital," Chen Jingbo said.
"That's not necessary." Ou Jingfeng stubbornly refused.
Chen Jingbo said: "Having a fever is no time to be stubborn."
Just then, a taxi came.
