Xiao Lang has a fever.
Li Mingxi nudged his body: "Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang…"
Xiao Lang's mind was foggy, and even though he was woken up, he wasn't very conscious.
Li Mingxi immediately got up, dug out the medication she carried, and fed him two pills.
Then she fetched cold water to cool him down.
After a flurry of activity, Xiao Lang's condition seemed to improve somewhat.
Li Mingxi softly called him: "Xiao Lang, how are you feeling?"
Half-conscious, Xiao Lang glanced at her: "I'm fine…"
"Can you get up? We should go to the hospital."
Xiao Lang shook his head: "I'm not going to the hospital."
"How can you not go to the hospital? Come on, let's go."
"Not going…"
"Be good and go to the hospital, your sickness isn't minor." Li Mingxi tried to pull him up, but Xiao Lang shrugged off her hand and turned over, facing away from her.
"I'm not going!" he said firmly.
"But you are sick, you need to go to the hospital."
