"A high fever?" Huo Shaoheng frowned. "Does she have an infection? Or did the bone not reconnect properly? Is there a lesion in the spine?"
Huo Shaoheng was able to list several possibilities in one breath. Chen Lie couldn't help glancing at Huo Shaoheng. "You sure know a lot."
"Cut the crap. Hurry up and diagnose her." Huo Shaoheng leaned down and checked Gu Nianzhi's temperature. It was too hot and her cheeks were unnaturally red—if it wasn't for the fact that she was running a high fever, she looked exceptionally beautiful; even as she lay on her sick bed, she had the fragile beauty of a night blooming rose about her. Huo Shaoheng looked away and walked to the IV stand in the corner.
