"An Hao, how are you now? You have such a high fever—maybe you shouldn't go today," Zhang Yun said, looking at An Hao with concern.
"Do I still have a fever?" An Hao sat up in bed, feeling extremely dizzy.
"Yes. You were completely delirious, do you know that? And the door was bolted from the inside. If we hadn't discovered it early, who knows what might have happened to you," Zhang Yun still felt shaken by the episode.
When she came in, An Hao's body was burning up with fever, repeatedly calling out Qin Jian's name.
It really scared her out of her wits.
"It's okay. I have antipyretics—I'll take them and then sleep a bit, and I'll be fine," An Hao felt herself struggling to keep up, having watered the plants too hastily and too vigorously in her eagerness the night before.
"I think we should go to the hospital."
"No need. Mom, believe me, after I take medicine and drink a bowl of ginger soup to dispel the chill, I'll be fine."
"Well... okay then."
