C67 (1/2)

After bringing the person to the bed in the bedroom and making him lie down, An Hao helped him cover himself with the blanket, and asked: ”You should have a Fever Paste, right?”

Lin Lang looked like he was about to fall asleep, as he said in a daze, ”In the study room.”

Who knows where his study room was? An Hao curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but seeing his expression, she could not find anything else. She helplessly went to look for the study room.

Fortunately, the interior design of the apartment wasn't too complicated. An Hao quickly found the study room and successfully got the Fever Paste, returned to the bedroom and stuck it on his forehead. After thinking for a while, he then moved the humidifier that he saw in the study room over.

Seeing that the humidifier had been turned on and the fog had been ejected, she was slightly relieved. She went to the hall and dragged a chair over to the bedside.

Lin Lang was already asleep, his breathing was heavy, his eyebrows were knitted tightly, and his face was red. An Hao looked at him and suddenly did not understand why he had to put in so much effort to take care of him.

She worriedly rubbed her forehead. If Chen Xiyang found out that she was sleeping, he would probably go crazy.

She helplessly sighed, and helped Lin Lang change another piece of Fever Sticker, then suddenly remembered that she should measure him first. He got up to look for the thermometer.

39.2 degrees, isn't that too high?

Looking at the temperature of the thermometer, An Hao frowned. He pasted another piece on it to reduce the fever, the effects of using the two together should be even stronger, right?

She frowned, still feeling uneasy. She ran to the bathroom to get a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, and wrung it dry. She bent down to wipe his face, but it suddenly occurred to her that this didn't seem appropriate.