Su Fanxing gently closed the door behind her.
She had been worried that Lin Tianze might stay in the room, or that there might be other servants around.
However, it seemed that she had been too cautious towards Ji Huan.
Neither her biological son Lin Tianze nor the servants in the house cared much about her.
The wall lamp in the room was on, so it didn't appear too dim. Su Fanxing walked straight to the bedside and frowned at the sight of Ji Huan. Ji Huan's complexion was awful, as if she had been seriously ill for many years.
How could this be possible?
That day, when Ji Huan went to the hospital, she seemed unwell, but not like this.
In the warm glow of the wall lamp, Su Fanxing closely observed the sleeping Ji Huan and noticed that she was sweating profusely, as if running a fever.
She didn't even need to touch Ji Huan's forehead to feel the heat.
"Auntie?" Su Fanxing tried to wake the woman.
If the fever continued like this, the woman would definitely lose her mind.
