"The doctor has already taken the young lady's temperature, 39.5 degrees high fever."
The servant was also frightened, fortunately, it was discovered early.
If it had been any later, the consequences would be unimaginable...
If the young lady ended up with brain damage from the fever, none of them could escape responsibility.
In a hurry, rushing back to the Main Building, Mu Jingxi's expression was stern, his long legs striding quickly as he hurried upstairs.
In the children's room, Little Nuomi was still receiving an IV, lying on the bed, a small bundle, looking so fragile.
The fever hadn't subsided yet, her face was flushed red, frowning, seemingly very uncomfortable, sleeping uneasily.
The servant and the doctor were there watching over her, and upon seeing him enter, they immediately made way, "Young Master, you're back."
"How is the situation?"
Mu Jingxi sat down at the bedside, holding Little Nuomi's hand.
