Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Shen Mingchao felt that people shouldn't make promises they don't keep.

She said she wasn't seriously ill the day before, but then she fell ill that night.

The illness came on suddenly, and I developed a high fever that very night. My temperature was almost 38°C. To make matters worse, my period coincided with it, making things even more complicated.

If she continues to hold on, she might really have to go see her great-grandmother.

Shen Mingchao made a quick decision, forcing himself to stay conscious, and made a voice call to Wu Xie, who was the closest person to him.

After the call connected, she explained her situation in a few words, and a short while later, she heard the door open.

"How do you feel about the Ming Dynasty?"

Shen Mingchao, panting, frowned as he looked, only to see two Wu Xie figures swaying in front of him.

She finally managed to find her voice: "I'm dizzy, the world is spinning, and my whole body aches."

"Wu Xie, let me do it."

Another clear, cold male voice came from behind Wu Xie.

Shen Mingchao looked in the direction of the sound and found it was Huo Daofu. The man strode over and sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed her arm, and began to take her pulse.

The man had a serious expression, wore a set of men's pajamas, and his hair was a mess, with a few stray hairs sticking up stubbornly. Compared to his usual neat appearance, he looked rather slovenly.

It's obvious that they just got out of bed.

Shen Mingchao could even picture Wu Xie frantically calling Huo Daofu, urging him to hurry up.

Thinking this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Still laughing."

Hodorf frowned, his tone extremely sarcastic: "You're so sick, and you can still laugh?"

Shen Mingchao softened his tone and half-joked, "Your hairstyle is hilarious, it looks like San San's hair has been blown out of control."

Looking at the girl's flushed face, Hordorff was both angry and helpless: "Mind your own business first. Your face is burning like a monkey's bottom, and you still have the leisure to tease me?"

Shen Mingchao caught a glimpse of his ear peeking out from between his hair and retorted defiantly, "Big brother, don't laugh at second brother. Your ears aren't much better."

ear?

His ears turned red?

Hodor was stunned for a moment, belatedly realizing the burning sensation on the tips of his ears. The instant his fingertips touched her wrist, his blood had boiled.

That's a deadly guy.

Hodor closed his eyes, ignoring the restless emotions; Shen Mingchao's illness was the most important thing right now.

Wu Xie, standing to the side, interrupted the two, saying, "Alright! Mingchao is already so sick, and you're still arguing with her."

Then he urged, "Hodolf, what were the results of your diagnosis? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"The most important thing now is to bring her temperature down." Hordorff then looked down at Shen Mingchao: "You..."

The words were cut short before they could be finished.

Oral medication is too slow to take effect; intravenous infusion is the best option.

He originally wanted to ask Shen Mingchao if he liked to move around, but seeing how uncomfortable Shen Mingchao looked, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Forget it, let's stop torturing her. He should go to the hospital.

More accurately, it's a small clinic in Yuchun.

To be honest, he hadn't been idle during his time in Yuchun. He not only scouted out the locations of the fried dough stick stalls but also contacted the local clinic. He had made two preparations, thinking that if he couldn't sell fried dough sticks, he could acquire a clinic and return to his old profession. Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy.

Having made up his mind, Hordorff stood up.

"I know the clinic by the street corner. I'm going to pick up the IV supplies. You stay here with her."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie's tone held a hint of hesitation: "Getting an IV at home? Isn't that a bit risky?"

"What? Don't you trust my skills?" Huo Daofu chuckled. "Wu Xie, these hands of mine can do more than just fry dough sticks and give you a needle prick. I'm not so inexperienced as to stick an artery into someone's body."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Or you can take her to the clinic now? It's so windy outside, aren't you afraid it will worsen her condition? Besides, her lips are so pale from the pain, do you want to put her through that again?"

Huo Daofu's few words left Wu Xie speechless.

Wu Xie said awkwardly, "I'm not doubting you, I just... alright, go and come back quickly, thank you for your trouble."

Shen Mingchao could no longer hear the conversation between the two people behind her. In her hazy state of mind, she inexplicably thought of another thing that annoyed her.

Damn it, all she saw was Amemura!

She didn't even finish reading the rest!

It's not easy to have such an opportunity.

I'm crying.

My chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of constriction on my wrist.

The next second, my left hand was gently lifted up, and a cool liquid spread across the back of my hand. As the night breeze blew, the coolness seeped into my pores.

Until a sharp pain struck, Shen Mingchao couldn't help but gasp, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

"hiss......"

"Alright, it's all done." Hordorf deftly secured the needle and IV tubing with the pre-prepared medical tape, then added, "Be careful not to move this hand too much, or it might swell up."

A doctor's words carry exceptional authority.

Shen Mingchao nodded repeatedly: "Understood, Dr. Huo."

Looking at the girl's obedient appearance with half her face tucked into the blanket, especially that changed way of addressing her, it carried a kind of magic that made one's heart tremble.

Hodor coughed unconsciously.

Overwhelmed by a flustered sense of embarrassment, she blinked in a fluster and happened to meet Wu Xie's gaze, which startled her again.

Since leaving Gutongjing, he had rarely seen Wu Xie in such a disheveled state.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with weariness.

He glanced at the dressing mirror on the table again and saw that his reflection was exactly like Wu Xie's.

Ha, and you're talking about others too? He's not much better.

They were all just unfortunate people who were woken up in the early hours of the morning and spent the whole night in fear and anxiety.

He and Wu Xie are about the same.

Touching his last shred of conscience, Hordorf asked with good intentions, "She'll be on the IV drip for at least two hours, and she'll need to change the medication in between. I'll definitely have to stay with her. What about you?"

Wu Xie rubbed his eyes, about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of a tall figure appearing at the door.

It's Zhang Qiyu.

Wu Xie thought that, given Xiao Ge's level of vigilance, their commotion was indeed not hidden from the other party.

Zhang Qilin walked into the room, looked around, and paused briefly when his gaze fell on the raised curve of the bed before glancing at Wu Xie indifferently.

It's probably asking what happened.

The two had been partners for many years, and Wu Xie understood immediately. Not wanting to disturb Shen Mingchao, he explained in a low voice, "Brother, Mingchao has a fever and called me. I thought Huo Daofu was a doctor, so I called him over. He just started the IV drip."

Zhang Qiyu nodded without saying anything.

He turned around, went to the living room, brought over a stool, and sat against the wall, his meaning quite clear.

vigil.

Now that there's a doctor here and a delivery guy supervising, I do feel a bit redundant.

Wu Xie yawned, then silently got up and left.

As he got older, he was no longer a reckless young man full of enthusiasm but no longer a headstrong lad.

There's no point in forcing yourself to stay up with them. You'd be better off going back to get some sleep and resting so you can better care for them.