Sitting sideways next to Fifteen, Phoebe took out a thermometer she had just grabbed. After disinfecting it with cotton wool, she carefully parted her lips and inserted the thermometer into her mouth.
Moments later, the digital thermometer displayed a temperature—39.6 degrees.
Phoebe glanced at the number briefly and frowned.
"Why is the fever so high?!"
Scanning the medicines on the table, Phoebe puzzledly picked up the syringe and checked the English instructions. With a flicker in his light red eyes, his gaze deeply fell on Fifteen's face.
Her small face was very pale, but unhealthy red blotches had burned onto her cheeks.
Anti-inflammatory injection?
What happened to her that she actually needs an anti-inflammatory injection?
Carefully surveying Fifteen up and down, his gaze fixated on the dark marks on her dark-colored hoodie sleeve, making Phoebe's gaze stop.
Picking up her arm, he looked closely under the light.
