The private doctor noticed his dark expression; he'd clearly long since grown used to dealing with all kinds of family members, and knew that at this moment silence spoke louder than words, so he quietly slipped out in the least conspicuous way possible.
Zun Zun rubbed her burning-red face with the pad of his finger. "Girls like you really aren't the least bit likable to men. Who's ever going to fancy you? So damn stubborn, insisting on doing men's work. By the time I've got a son and a daughter, you'll still be a single Golden Saint Seiya!"
He cursed as he wrung out the wet towel and pressed it to her forehead. She was muttering something in her sleep; he lowered his head, bringing his ear to her lips, but couldn't quite make it out.
Qingqing's pale lips parted faintly, her dazed, unfocused eyes opening as she stared blankly at his face.
Zun Zun pinched her jaw, which had grown sharp from the high fever. "Qingqing, you awake?"
But there was no light in her eyes.
