Jhiang Yuan slept until eight o'clock at night.
Qin Yue came to wake her up to eat, still groggy, feeling even worse.
"What time is it, Mom?"
"It's eight o'clock. Listen to your voice, it's changed. Does it feel terrible?"
It was indeed terrible; her throat felt as if she had swallowed razor blades.
Her limbs were weak, her whole body ached, and she felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Qin Yue came over and felt her forehead, somewhat surprised, "You had just recovered from the fever, but now it's hot again, this back and forth is really torturous.
"Daughter, first take your temperature, eat something later, and then take your medicine."
"Okay!"
Jhiang Yuan obediently went to take her temperature, and Qin Yue brought over a thick pajama and draped it over her.
For dinner, it was plain congee and light dishes.
Mom always said, when sick, one should eat lightly.
Jhiang Yuan didn't have much appetite, ate a little, and then wanted to go back to sleep.
