After falling in the snow a few times, Xiao Mo had assumed that with his robust constitution, nothing would come of it.
Besides, after returning to his room, his mother had given him a warm bath and changed his clothes.
But he hadn't expected this outcome.
The next morning, when Xiao Mo woke up, he found that he had a fever after all.
Lying in bed, Xiao Mo was surprised by how miserable his first fever felt in this newborn body. His whole world seemed to be floating.
"Mo'er, what's wrong?"
Zhou Ruoxi was startled to see her child's cheeks flushed red, his breath coming in hot puffs. She quickly placed a hand on Xiao Mo's forehead.
It was burning hot to the touch.
"Cuicui, Mo'er has a fever! Hurry and get the doctor!" Zhou Ruoxi exclaimed, extremely anxious.
"Ah? The Young Master has a fever?" Cuicui was just as startled. "Madam, please don't worry. This servant will go get the doctor right away!"
With that, Cuicui scurried out.
"What should I do... what should I do..."
