After all, he's a doctor, skilled at handling these issues.
First, he kept Jiayu warm, then dried her hair, and finally fed her some fever-reducing medicine before Mu Ke went out.
Looking at the bags in the living room that hadn't been touched, they looked the same way as they did when he first arrived. Mu Ke's frown deepened.
He turned and went into the kitchen; aside from some drinks, there were no groceries in the fridge.
Apparently, except for what he bought last time, Jiayu hadn't bothered to add any groceries at all.
Mu Ke grabbed the car keys, went out to the nearest supermarket, bought some items, rushed back, made a pot of congee, and brought it into the bedroom.
"Xiao Yu? Wake up and eat something."
Jiayu opened her eyes groggily, saw the person in front of her, then closed her eyes again. Her body ached, her eyelids were heavy, and her head felt extremely weighed down. She didn't want to move at all.
