When Ji Sang finished her bath and came out, Fu Yisi had already prepared a dose of cold medicine waiting outside.
Ji Sang looked at the medicine in his hands and slightly furrowed her brows.
"Are you the one with a cold?"
Fu Yisi placed the cup on the low cabinet, took the towel from Ji Sang's hands, and wrapped her wet hair with it.
"I'm not, but seeing your pale face and considering the night wind, I was afraid you'd catch a cold."
Ji Sang then understood.
The medicine was prepared for her.
It was somewhat amusing, as logically, as a doctor, Fu Yisi wouldn't normally do this; she was still perfectly fine and had not caught a cold.
But as a husband, Fu Yisi may have been worried that his recent busyness might prevent him from taking good care of Ji Sang, possibly overlooking some things. Therefore, whenever there was the slightest sign, he would become anxious and wanted to be prepared.
