Wen Zhi groggily thought Shang Hexing had come to see her.
She was very emotional.
Her subconscious reaction was to want to keep him around.
But the moment she saw it was Bei Sheng, she immediately let go of her hand and closed her eyes, "I'm feverish, talking nonsense."
Bei Sheng then used a digital thermometer to take Wen Zhi's accurate temperature, "Hmm, thirty-nine point three, not bad, you can easily get through this."
After speaking, Bei Sheng took a fever-reducing patch, deftly tore open the package, and applied the patch to Wen Zhi's forehead, specifically instructing, "Don't tear it off."
Wen Zhi closed her eyes, "I'm not a child anymore, I won't tear it off."
"Afraid you'd be stubborn," Bei Sheng laughed, "After all, the emotions among adults can bring complications that could be life-threatening if even a little obstacle arises."
Wen Zhi opened her eyes again and looked at Bei Sheng, "You know?"
"What do I know?" Bei Sheng asked, smiling back at her.
