The door was suddenly pushed open.
Qiao Xiguan looked up and saw the woman standing at the door—Ye Wu.
Back so quickly.
Her gaze shifted slightly, noticing the unmistakable hostility in Ye Wu's eyes. In less than a second, Ye Wu strode over to Gu Zichen, her slender fingers pressing firmly against his forehead, as if gauging his temperature with her touch. Her expression darkened immediately as she grabbed the thermometer resting nearby. After aiming the thermometer at Gu Zichen's ear, her face became even colder. "Qiao Xiguan, do you even know how high Gu Zichen's fever is right now? How can you be so indifferent!"
Qiao Xiguan shot a harsh glare at Ye Wu. "Gao Song said that we should call him at 39.5 degrees. Right now, we should use physical cooling methods."
"Ha." Ye Wu sneered coldly and abruptly left the room.
Qiao Xiguan glanced down at the thermometer that Ye Wu had tossed onto the bed. It displayed "39.6."
