The experts assembled together, busily discussing plans for bringing down the fever in hushed whispers.
"Kitty..."
Dan Hanjie's lips on the bed moved slightly, muttering something.
"I'm here." Qin Youxuan bypassed the team of experts, rushing straight to his bedside, grabbing his hand.
"Dan Hanjie, I'm here, open your eyes and look at me."
Haven't slept all night, Qin Youxuan's eyes were filled with crimson. The petite figure knelt by the bedside, her wet clothes just changed and her hair still damp, hanging in strands over her shoulders.
She was shivering with cold sweat, and despite everyone's advice, she wouldn't rest, persistently staying by the side of feverish Dan Hanjie.
"Kitty..."
Dan Hanjie kept repeating the same word in a low voice, until Qin Youxuan snuggled next to him. His furrowed eyebrows finally relaxed slightly as he settled down.
