Qingqing didn't cry tears of joy as she expected. She felt too unwell, her head splitting with pain, so she quietly closed her eyes and fell back into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, she wasn't at home. She didn't know where she was. The room was very clean and sunny, and she could faintly hear the sound of the waves.
Zun Zun was sitting at a table by the window with a computer. She had good eyesight and could clearly see that the computer screen was a game interface, a very popular war-themed online game at the time, and Qingqing also had an account for this game.
After being feverish for more than ten hours, her body temperature gradually dropped.
Zun Zun paused his game when he heard her move, walked over with a thermometer, and said to her coolly, "Open your mouth."
When Qingqing opened her mouth, he directly placed the thermometer in her mouth and said, "Hold it in."
Then he left the room and came back with a bowl of plain white porridge.
"What's the temperature?"
