Su Lu's fever had mostly subsided, with only a slight temperature remaining. She didn't take it too seriously, but Su Zhe was not at ease.
"Why don't I stay here today, just in case your condition flares up again and there's no one around?" Su Zhe said.
Su Lu quickly responded, "No need, no need, Brother! I'm not that fragile, I'll be fine soon. Besides, I still have to go to the office, and you have your own things to take care of."
"You are more important." Though the statement carried weight, Su Zhe's voice was light and calm, making it seem perfectly natural.
"If I can't handle it, I'll definitely call you," Su Lu immediately assured him.
Su Zhe thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "If you feel unwell, you must say something. Don't just keep pushing through. What do you think you are, a medicine pot always on the boil? I know the misery of sickness; you know that. So, don't take your health lightly."
That was why Su Zhe had always maintained good living habits.
