The doctor arrived quickly and after examining Qiao An, his expression became grave.
"Third Young Master, Miss Qiao has a high fever!"
"I know she has a fever! Is there anything that can bring it down immediately?"
People from the base were still waiting; she couldn't afford any mishaps at this time.
The man's handsome face was as cold as frost, his eyes chillingly harsh. The doctor didn't dare hesitate and immediately bowed, "Third Young Master, please calm your anger! We will start an IV for Miss Qiao right away to bring down her fever."
Minutes and seconds ticked by.
Downstairs, people from the base were anxiously waiting.
"Why hasn't Young Master Mu come down yet?"
"Miss Qiao won't have any trouble, will she?"
A companion glared at the speaker, "Miss Qiao is under Young Master Mu's protection and lives in the main building, what could possibly go wrong?"
"That's true."
The companion nodded in reluctant agreement.
