Jiang He's face was full of worry.
How could a perfectly healthy person come down with complications like myocarditis, encephalitis, nasal polyps...
Was she destined to become a widow before even getting married?
"Let's go, we need to find the doctor..."
"Wait, stop! Let me go! If you keep this up, I really will die!"
Xu Qing clung tightly to his blanket, his whole body being dragged to the edge of the bed by Jiang He.
"Calm down, don't panic, let me go."
It took ten minutes to explain to Jiang He what a cold was, and to assure her that the medicine he had just taken was very effective, and that he would be fine after a good night's sleep. Only then did Xu Qing manage to extinguish her idea of dragging him out.
He found a thermometer in the cabinet and put it under his arm, sitting on the bed wrapped in his blanket, while Jiang He sat beside him, watching him.
"You're wrapping yourself in a blanket in summer, are you sure you're okay?"
