Fu Jichen put down his phone and gave her a reassuring look.
Shen Jianian quickly said, "Could you ask the doctor? I don't think I need to be hospitalized."
"Didn't you realize you had a fever yourself?"
Fu Jichen placed his palm on her forehead, feeling the heat higher than his own temperature. She had already received two drips while she was asleep and might not bring down the fever until later.
After returning home from the cemetery, Shen Jianian also felt her cheeks were a bit hot, thinking it was because they were swollen from being slapped, not realizing she was actually sick.
Probably because she had been in the cemetery for too long in the cold wind, and got caught in some rain, she caught a chill.
Fu Jichen looked at her bewildered expression, giving a slight chuckle, "I really don't know how you've managed these past twenty years." She couldn't take care of herself at all.
