Her fingers remained limp inside his.
Mo Shian had seen soldiers suffer from severe fevers and infections during his time in the military. He knew how dangerous an extremely high temperature could become.
"Aunt Wu, where did you find her?"
"In the studio. She was lying beside the worktable."
"What was she doing?"
"I don't know. There was a stone on the table and some equipment had been used."
Mo Shian frowned.
The gift.
Had she injured herself while making it?
He examined her hands but found no cuts or burns.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Gu Yan entered carrying a medical bag, followed by one of his assistants.
He had changed out of his surgical clothes but had not bothered with his usual formal appearance.
"Move," he instructed.
Mo Shian released Weiwei's hand but did not leave the bed.
Gu Yan checked her temperature.
The number on the digital thermometer caused his expression to change.
"Forty-two point eight."
Aunt Wu gasped.
"How can it be so high?"
