"..." Ye Anqi suddenly wanted to grab something and throw it at his face.
She tried to stay calm, "What if his fever damages his brain?"
"If he's really that fragile, then it's just his fate," Qin Lansi replied with indifference, "You've been given the medicine, the rest is up to you."
After speaking, he and the doctor turned and left.
Ye Anqi didn't waste any energy on resentment and focused on taking care of Ya Shitian.
She believed he would be fine, so he would certainly be fine.
Under her meticulous care, just before dawn, Ya Shitian's temperature finally returned to normal.
Ye Anqi let out a sigh of relief and then, exhausted, fell asleep by the bedside.
She wasn't sure how long she'd slept, but when Ye Anqi woke up, she found herself lying in bed.
A blanket was covering her, and a warm body was cuddling her from behind.
Ye Anqi quickly turned around and met Ya Shitian's bright eyes.
"When did you wake up?" Ye Anqi asked happily.
