Perhaps because she thought of Abao, or perhaps because the wound was too painful.
But definitely not because of Ye Zhantian.
Definitely not.
Nan Zhifeng warned herself in her heart and found an excuse, "Yes, it hurts so much..."
"Is it the wound that hurts?" Ahu was anxious, "I'll get you some painkillers."
"This fever reducer has a pain-relieving effect, and we'll be landing in two hours. Get off the plane and go straight to the hospital," Ye Dong reminded, "Miss Nan, you need to drink more water and rest more."
"Yeah, I got it..." Nan Zhifeng bowed her head weakly, "Ahu, help me back to my room."
"Okay." Ahu assisted Nan Zhifeng back to her room.
At that moment, the door of the room next door opened again.
Ye Zhantian came out, frowning as he looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"Miss Nan has a fever," Ye Dong quickly said, "She's already taken fever medicine."
"How high is it?" Ye Zhantian asked.
