Zhuo Yi indeed arrived within half an hour, hustling over. His expression was foul; anyone dragged from their bed would be displeased.
"Ye, I suspect I've become your personal doctor. She's just got a minor cold. Do you really need to engage my renowned medical skills for this?"
"She has a fever," Si Ye stated simply.
"A fever won't kill her. At worst, she'll become an idiot. Wouldn't it be better if she's stupid? Then she wouldn't oppose you anymore."
A glint flashed in Si Ye's eyes, "If you were stupid, you wouldn't oppose me either."
"..." Zhuo Yi obediently bowed his head to take Chen Zhi's temperature.
Alright, he succumbed to his coercion.
"39.6 degrees. I'll give her an injection and leave a few boxes of medicine. Once she wakes up, have her take it a few times, and she'll be OK."
"Will the fever subside by tonight?" Si Ye asked.
