Ji Yu tossed and turned through the night, drifting in and out of a dazed sleep.
The next morning, she woke up running a high fever.
She stared blankly at the doctor in front of her, seemingly confused and curious about what was happening to her.
"Miss Ji, you'd better not move around too recklessly. You're running a fever, and if you keep this up, you're only going to make your condition worse."
The doctor glanced at Ji Yu and carefully placed her arm to the side, worried she might accidentally dislodge the IV equipment.
Ji Yu rubbed her temples, her fingers brushing against the cooling patch on her forehead. Only then did she fully register that she was sick.
"It's nothing serious," she muttered.
To her, the situation didn't seem as dire.
Just as she was about to pull out the needle, Hu Jianyu's voice rang through from outside.
Seeing Ji Yu in this state, Hu Jianyu grew increasingly anxious.
