Lu Yan had fainted.
His wounds were infected, resulting in a persistent fever. An Xi measured his body temperature, it was already 42 degrees celsius!
If his fever were to continue, it would result in irreversible damage to his brain functions.
Li Si sat beside his bed, stretching one hand out to feel his forehead, it was burning hot, just like a fireball.
"An Xi, hurry up and get some medicine for his fever. I'll get a basin of cold water to lower his body temperature," Li Si said.
"Alright."
An Xi and Li Si left the room.
…
The room was silent, Lu Yan lay on the bed alone. He hadn't shaved his beard in a long time and his image was a little unkempt, it failed to hide his good.
His lips were dry and chapped, he couldn't stop dreaming as the fever gripped his reality, leaving him disorientated—-
Thirsty.
He was so thirsty.
