Qin Xin asked anxiously, but did not receive an answer from the man.
The man's body was heavy, and she struggled to move his shoulders, but his inertia still dragged him downward.
In the midst of her efforts, she touched his forehead.
It was terrifyingly hot!
"Master, do you have a fever? Have you… contracted the yoke disease?"
Thinking of how her master had been delivering meals to patients the past few days, and how he had been with her, unable to leave her side while she interacted with patients, she felt deep regret.
Her body was frequently in contact with plants and herbs, and she had undergone special conditioning, giving her a natural protection, but Master Tuantuan was different. She had been too careless.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and placed her delicate hand on the man's wrist.
Her fingertip pressed against the man's pulse.
She was preparing to take his pulse.
"Something's not right, this pulse doesn't seem like a fever caused by a virus…"
