Li Beijue wrapped the gauze around her injured hand, raised his head, his falcon-like eyes cold, "Alright, don't touch water recklessly."
"Okay." Chi Enen withdrew her hand, not forgetting that he had a fever, stood up, "Li Beijue, I'm fine now. You should go and get a drip first."
"No need." He stood up indifferently.
Chi Enen furrowed her eyebrows, grabbed his arm, and emphasized, "You have a fever!"
He has a fever!
Even though it's only a mild fever now, if left unchecked, what if it becomes a high fever?
After all, they're at the hospital and it's so late. He can't really do much work, so he might as well get an infusion and take a rest.
Chi Enen pressed her lower lip tightly and directly told the doctor beside her, "Please, help me prepare a VIP ward, and glucose, he's having a fever."
The medical staff had been a bit stunned from the moment they came in and couldn't quite snap out of it.
