"Haozi!" A bad feeling surged in her heart, and An Yiqing was startled. She quickly ran to the bedside and supported Xia Hao.
She extended her finger to check his pulse and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Xia Hao had just fainted from excessive grief.
"Xiao Feng, turn on the light."
An Yiqing instructed Zhang Yufeng to turn on the hospital room's lights. She looked at Xia Hao's complexion, which was pale with an abnormal flush and covered with sweat. An Yiqing knew that Xia Hao had a high fever due to emotional agitation.
With a helpless sigh, An Yiqing took out a small sachet and performed simple treatment on Xia Hao, then made him drink a glass of warm water. She then quietly sat on the sofa, waiting for Xia Hao to wake up.
"Miss, why not have some breakfast first?" Zhang Yufeng suggested, unwilling to see An Yiqing waiting on an empty stomach for Xia Hao to regain consciousness.
An Yiqing looked at the time, pondered for a moment, and nodded.
