Cough, he unbuttoned his already dry black coat and draped it over her.
An'an felt cold and immediately clutched the black coat tightly.
Shen Juncheng took out the medicine from his pocket, several bottles and jars, but unfortunately, they were all for injuries, none for fever.
With a click of his tongue, he turned and left the cave entrance, cut a bamboo stalk, filled it with water, and returned. Then he soaked his handkerchief with the water and placed it on her forehead.
The mountain spring water was icy cold, causing her to shiver suddenly when it was placed on her. She grabbed his arm and kept mumbling, calling for her mother, "Mom, mom..."
Shen Juncheng's brows twitched; this was the second time she had called him "mom."
The last time was when he was treating her cold poison.
She held onto him and kept calling "mom..."
He took her into his arms and fed her the water. She must have been very thirsty, as she drank the bamboo tube dry in one go.
