***
Mai Xiaomai knew it was her fault, asking her to bring alcohol and a wet towel.
She took the alcohol cotton and wiped his carotid artery on the neck, unfastened his buttons, wiped his armpits, spine, palms, and soles of his feet...
That day Qiao Chutian had taken care of her in the same way.
She didn't know what his mood was like at the time.
Now, all she felt was a hope that he would get better soon.
If possible, she would rather be sick and have a fever herself, as long as he could recover...
After some time bustling about, Qiao Chutian's temperature had dropped slightly.
Mai Xiaomai saw that Maid Zhang was also tired and let her go to rest, telling her to call if she needed anything.
"Young Madam, the last time you had a fever, the young master didn't sleep all night to take care of you. You must take good care of our young master too," Maid Zhang said, not at ease.
"Mhm, I will."
