Even in his semi-consciousness, he could not wait to see if his efforts last night had succeeded.
The nurse did not know what his intentions were, so she pressed down on his tiny hand and carefully stuffed the thermometer into his mouth.
"What's going on?" The nurse looked at the boy worriedly, seemingly distressed. "It looks like he has a very high fever. That's impossible. Didn't his fever subside yesterday? Didn't he cover himself with a blanket at night?"
"Impossible!" Jing Qi said, "I made sure that he had fallen asleep before going to sleep myself. Besides, our Yangyang doesn't have the habit of kicking the blanket away."
"Then why is the fever back?" Even the nurse was worried.
