He looked at the time on his wristwatch, turned around, and walked into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned, rummaging through the medicine box, then went back to the kitchen and brought out a cup of hot water.
In the meantime, five minutes had passed. He reached over for the thermometer, brought it up to his eyes, and carefully checked the reading.
"36.5 degrees, normal."
The man visibly relaxed, raised his hand to give her the cup, and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Not at all!" Ye Qiao replied helplessly.
"No headache?"
She shook her head.
"How about your throat?"
She shook her head again.
"That's good!" Ji Mo's face broke into a smile again, "Have a cup of hot water, take a hot bath, and then have a good night's sleep."
"It's too early, it's not even eleven o'clock yet."
"We need to leave tomorrow, so we should go to bed early today."
"Go out?" Ye Qiao raised her face from the cup, "Where to?"
