Seeing that Huan Yun's fever had subsided but she still had a low fever, Hu Wenfeng placed his fingers on her right wrist and examined her soul. After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that he was very weak, Huan Yun hurriedly helped him lie down on the bed, and said in panic, "You can rest here first. I… I will go find medicine for you."
Hu Wenfeng looked at her face, which was turning pale because she was worried about him, and felt both happy and distressed at the same time. Although he was in a complicated mood, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He was still very happy when she finally cared about him.
Seeing that he was still smiling now, Huan Yun wanted to scold him. But looking at his weak appearance, she couldn't bear to say any harsh words. She held his hand tightly and said, "Wait for me. I will be back as soon as I find a physician."
