Qu Fulan slept in a daze, feeling something cold on her forehead. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and wouldn't budge.
"You have a fever, don't move." A deep voice sounded in her ear.
After a while, she was half-held up and started being fed medicine.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next day.
She then learned that she had suddenly developed a fever last night; he contacted the hotel doctor, who prescribed medicine, and she slowly recovered after taking it.
Although her fever had subsided now, as the saying goes, recovering from illness is like pulling out silk threads, Qu Fulan still felt weak and limp.
Getting sick during a trip—nothing is more unlucky than that.
"The doctor said your constitution is too weak, and you've been playing recklessly these days; your body suffered too much internal stress, so you got sick." Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Pei Ji'an explained to her.
