When she woke up, Xia Yangyang still had a cold towel on her forehead.
Gu Zhaohan was sitting by the bed.
Next to him was a basin of water.
Xia Yangyang removed the towel: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Two hours."
"Have you been taking care of me this whole time?"
"You had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius. I cooled you down physically first, now take some medicine. If the fever doesn't subside by tomorrow, we'll go to the hospital for an intravenous drip."
Gu Zhaohan got up, fetched a glass of water, and brought over some pills.
While Xia Yangyang still felt uncomfortable, she was definitely faring better than before.
Xia Yangyang pulled back the covers and looked around, feeling out of place: "Where am I?"
"My room."
Xia Yangyang frowned: "Why did you bring me to your room? What if people misunderstand? I should go to the guest room."
"You've been sleeping here for two hours, if anyone was going to misunderstand, they would have already."
