Lu Hualiang's heart tightened, and he rushed over immediately.
"What's wrong?"
Xia Weibao weakly opened her eyes, then shut them again without strength.
Lu Hualiang checked her forehead, which was burning hot to an astonishing degree!
He hurriedly picked her up and ran towards the hospital.
When the doctor said she had a fever of forty degrees, his complexion changed.
"How could it be so serious."
The doctor was scared by the fierce aura emanating from him. Cold sweat seeped on his forehead, "Director Lu, the young madam must have caught a chill last night."
Lu Hualiang pursed his lips tightly, sitting in front of the hospital bed, holding Xia Weibao's hand, his face was frighteningly somber.
Xia Weibao lifted her heavy eyelids slightly, then closed them again.
This act of pretending to be sick was exceedingly successful.
Suddenly, she felt a delicate hand gently grasp her other hand, then rub alcohol on the back of it.
