"38 degrees." Quan Jue frowned again when he saw the temperature displayed on the thermometer.
"I must have caught a cold. I'm fine." Chi Jiao didn't want him to worry about her.
She knew her body very well.
It was contradictory and special.
Her physical fitness and five senses were stronger than ordinary people's, but her immune system was weak. Her constitution wasn't great and was prone to chills.
At the same time, because she was immune to drugs due to her special physique, normal drugs were of no use to her.
Otherwise, she would have already nursed her body to peak condition.
As a doctor, Chi Jiao knew very well that health was the most precious asset to a person.
How could Quan Jue not be worried? He looked at Chi Jiao's pale face. His heart felt all twisted up.
He hated himself for not being able to be sick in her place.
"Shall we go to the hospital?" Quan Jue asked.
