"Xiao Yu, are you still feverish? Do you feel better now?"
A shadow approached, and Nan Yu finally saw that it was Li Chongbai.
At that moment, Li Chongbai's eyes were full of worry and guilt.
Nan Yu looked up and chuckled lightly, "Uncle Li, I'm fine now, much better."
Nanny Wang stepped aside, and Li Chongbai placed his medical box beside him, taking out a thermometer to check Nan Yu's temperature.
"The temperature is 36.1°C, it seems the fever has completely subsided."
Nan Yu nodded, "I took my own pulse, and there's nothing serious anymore."
Li Chongbai took her left hand and examined the wound on her arm, "It has also healed well; we can remove the stitches now. I'll help you with that."
Nan Yu had intended to remove them herself, but now that Li Chongbai offered to help, she felt it would be rude to refuse.
"I appreciate it, Uncle Li."
