Two hours later, the black passenger plane slowly landed at the "Red Thorn" airport. Gu Yelin, holding An Yiqing, was the first to disembark.
Thanks to Ye Hong's emergency treatment, An Yiqing's temperature had gradually come down. Her pale little face was also regaining some color.
She inherently had a robust physique; if it hadn't been for getting wet in the rain yesterday, staying wrapped in wet clothes for a whole night without timely treatment, An Yiqing would not have developed a high fever at all.
When An Yiqing woke up from her coma, it was already past five in the evening.
She stared blankly at the white ceiling, her mind somewhat unclear.
"Awake?"
Gu Yelin's low and pleasant voice rang in her ear, simultaneously pulling back An Yiqing's thoughts that were wandering far away.
"Um, is this Red Thorn?"
"Red Thorn's infirmary."
Gu Yelin stretched out his hand to touch An Yiqing's forehead, thankfully, it had completely cooled down.
