After staying up all night, Madam Lu looked utterly exhausted, her eyes full of distress and worry. Upon hearing that Song Ci had arrived, she hurried to welcome her.
"Mother, why did you trouble yourself to come here? Don't let yourself catch the illness."
Song Ci said, "The fever started yesterday. Why didn't anyone come to report it? How is Zhou'er now?"
"He just drank a bowl of medicine, but the fever hasn't subsided. He even had some convulsions in the middle of the night." Madam Lu was completely exhausted.
Song Ci walked to the bedside and leaned in to see Song Lingzhou lying on the bed, his face unusually flushed, with a frown on his forehead. His face visibly thinner, causing her to furrow her brows.
She removed the handkerchief from Song Lingzhou's forehead and touched it to feel the temperature, estimating it to be around thirty-eight degrees based on her experience.
"Did you use any strong liquor to rub his body?"
Madam Lu was stunned and shook her head.
