But... she simply couldn't bring herself to harden her heart.
Wen Sheng nudged the half-conscious man, her soft voice tainted with a touch of impatient urgency, "Fu Yanlin, you have a fever. Get up, I'll take you back to the guest house. You need to get to the hospital as soon as possible."
Fu Yanlin opened his eyes and nodded agreeably, "Alright."
"Get up, I'll help you walk."
"Alright..."
Fortunately, Wen Sheng was tall. When Fu Yanlin stood up and rested one hand on her shoulder to walk, it wasn't too physically demanding for her. They didn't have to go far, just over ten minutes, and they were back at the guest house.
Wen Sheng set him down on the sofa at the bar to rest, and borrowed a tympanic thermometer from the waitstaff to take his temperature. As expected, it was 40.8 degrees Celsius, definitely a high fever.
