The night was deep, and all was quiet.
The room was brightly lit, and He Fang, holding the white liquor she bought downstairs, tirelessly rubbed it over Qin Guanglin's body.
Thankfully, the family always kept fever-reducing medicine on hand. After giving him two pills and cooling him down physically, he seemed less uncomfortable, and his tightly furrowed brows had slightly relaxed.
She stayed busy until after 3 a.m., and when He Fang pulled out the thermometer, seeing the temperature at 37.5 degrees Celsius, she breathed a sigh of relief, having marginally managed to keep his fever under control.
She couldn't sleep well the rest of the night, occasionally getting up to check Qin Guanglin's forehead temperature with her hand. Thankfully, he didn't continue to run a fever. As dawn began to break, she roused a groggy Qin Guanglin and dressed him like a child, dragging him downstairs and into the car to go to the hospital.
