Thirty-eight point two degrees, neither high nor low.
The gaze of three people simultaneously fell on the LCD screen of the forehead thermometer, and the room fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
Gu Jin'er broke the silence first, asking with a smile that didn't reach her eyes: "Huang Qian, whether you've come to visit a patient or just want to see if I'm really sick, you've accomplished your goal. Can you leave now?"
Qin Yiren doubtedly glanced at the temperature on the thermometer and then looked at the delicate and frail Gu Jin'er, finding it hard to believe the other was truly this weak.
But it was Qin Yiren who had brought the thermometer, leaving no room for Gu Jin'er to tamper with it.
Seeing the undeniable evidence, she had to accept it.
