Yet Lissy Lock just shook her head, whimpering as she pushed away his hand.
John Fame furrowed his brow, without any more hesitation, he drank down the glucose himself, held it in his mouth, and then lowered his head and fed her bit by bit, forcing her to swallow the glucose.
She coughed, her voice heavy with a nasal sound, she spoke weakly, "John Fame, like this... you will catch it."
He stroked her hair, pressing against her forehead, "If it's contagious, then let it be contagious. If I could take it for you, that would be even better."
Lissy Lock weakly forced a smile.
The doctor handed over the thermometer. After John Fame took her temperature, he said in a low voice, "38.7℃."
The doctor let out a sigh of relief: "It has dropped quite a bit, very good, very good."
John Fame's frown also loosened a bit. "Did you hear that? Lissy, you'll get better soon. The fever has already dropped a little."
