The arrogant man wrung out a wet towel from the bathroom and began a night of physical cooling.
The next day, early morning.
When Si Chen and Lin Anxin came to visit Chi Enen, she had just subsided from a night-long fever. Li Beijue took off the wet towel that had been changed countless times from her forehead and tossed it into the trash can. He bent down to feel her forehead, his grim face finally easing a bit.
Si Chen placed the fruit basket on the tea table beside the sofa, looking at his tired expression and said, "I just asked the nurse, she said Enen had a fever last night. Didn't you stay up all night taking care of her without sleeping?"
"Yes."
Si Chen hadn't expected that he really didn't sleep, and said helplessly, "I know you're worried about Enen, but you haven't had a break for a day and a night now. I'm afraid that before Enen wakes up, you'll collapse. Didn't the doctor give Enen a drip? You don't need to stay up all night changing wet towels to cool her down..."
