Nan Jiaojiao swallowed hard, "If you're not feeling well, go find a doctor."
"Aren't you one?"
"My house call fees are very expensive."
Bo Yanching didn't speak for a moment. There were faint sounds of clothes rustling on his end. It was unclear where he was, but besides the faint sound of wind, there was his heavy, suppressed breathing.
He seemed to be irritated by her words, yet helpless, letting out a long breath between his lips, "Jiaojiao..."
Nan Jiaojiao's heart tightened, she bit her lip, "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, my body is very hot, I probably have a fever."
"Isn't there anyone at home? Ask them to get you some fever medicine."
Bo Yanching's voice became even more hoarse, "I'm not home, I'm still at Wang's Tavern. I opened a room temporarily, searched, but there's no medicine."
Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip harder.
She knew he had many friends. He could have called someone over, surely he wouldn't be left without even going to the hospital.
