"The two young masters need to get a shot to bring down the fever, or else the situation might worsen in the latter half of the night," the doctor said after the examination.
"Do they really have to get a shot?" Rhee couldn't bear it, wishing she were the one with the fever, rather than seeing the little treasures endure the pain of an injection.
"It would be best to get a shot," the doctor advised. "Pills would work slower to bring down the fever, and the biggest fear is that they take too long to become effective, leading to a high fever, which would not be good."
"Rhee, listen to the doctor," Quan Hao said softly.
Rhee nodded, looking at the little treasures with a pained heart.
The doctor took out a syringe from the medicine box, while the elder Quan family members all looked away, unable to bear watching.
