Turned out that Ruan Chanchan's worries were quite spot on. That night, Ruan Zeqiu developed a fever. Fortunately, Ruan Chanchan had already treated his wounds; thus, not a single one festered, and with Ruan Chanchan feeding him the fever medicine by mixing it in water, Ruan Zeqiu's fever went down by a notch.
When the mer woke up the next morning, he felt quite tired and his throat was parched. He felt so thirsty that he couldn't help but lick his dry lips.
"Are you thirsty?"
He raised his head and looked at Ruan Chanchan, who had woken up upon hearing the rustling sounds. She looked at Ruan Zeqiu and yawned before stretching out her hand and putting it on her forehead, and then placing the other hand on top of Ruan Zeqiu's forehead. She carefully measured their temperature and sighed. "It seems like your fever has subsided a lot."
