“What happened?”
Zhong Chenghao was wearing a heavy expression as he was taking the body temperature of Shi Yuting.
After a few minutes, he took out the thermometer.
40-degree Celsius?!
Shi Yuting was still fine when he had come over at midnight!
“Ting is having a fever, bring me some ice now.”
Upon hearing that, Zuo Weiyi’s eyes widened as she looked at Shi Yuting. Her heart was in tremendous pain!
She turned around and rushed out of the room anxiously to get some ice from the kitchen.
“What happened? Is something wrong with him?”
Tangteng Xi stood up as well when she saw Zhong Chenghao’s face, she could not help but feel concerned about Shi Yuting’s condition.
Zhong Chenghao turned and glared at her, his dark eyes burning in anger.
“This is how you’re taking care of him? His fever is reaching 40 degrees and you didn’t even inform me!”
Tangteng Xi stared at him, stunned and dazed against his scolding.
Quickly, she was filled with anxiety and concern.
She stared at him in disbelief. “You’re saying he has a high fever?”
Zhong Chenghao glanced at her angrily and ignored her, focusing on bringing down Shi Yuting’s fever.
Zuo Weiyi brought some ice and quickly dumped them into the pail, turning warm water into ice cold.
She knew that this water could help with bringing down his fever.
When she was in her own house in the past, her mother would do this while she was having a fever. They were not living that well back then and the only thing she could do was this when Zuo Weiyi was sick.
This method was actually good, and the outcome turned out well too.
She soaked a towel in the water and squeezed the water out, folding it into a rectangle and putting on Shi Yuting’s forehead immediately.
Zhong Chenghao was surprised at her actions.
He had not taught her but she already knew what to do?
Two minutes had not even passed when the towel was placed on his forehead and it had already lost its coolness, replaced by Shi Yuting’s alarming body heat.
Looking at the man who was still unconscious, Zuo Weiyi’s heart sank deeper.
“Is he going to be alright?” She turned her head to Zhong Chenghao. She could barely hold back her tears, the clear liquid gathering around her dark eyes.
Zhong Chenghao threw a glance at her and returned her gaze to Shi Yuting, sighing silently in his heart.
“A 40-degree Celsius high fever. If I were to say that he’s going to be fine, would you believe it?”
Zuo Weiyi was stunned.
He was right. A normal person would be facing a life-threatening danger when they had such a high fever. What was there to say about Shi Yuting who was heavily injured?
Upon thinking about that, Zuo Weiyi’s heart was attacked by a sharp pain again.
“But you don’t have to worry that much. If his fever is brought down and there are no medical complications, Ting’s life won’t be in danger.”
Seeing through her worries, Zhong Chenghao comforted her.
Of course, he wanted to believe that too.
Zuo Weiyi nodded, but she was still concerned. Only hoping that it would be as he said, that his fever would be brought down.
Taking the hot towel and soaking it in the cold water, Zuo Weiyi repeated this action for twenty minutes until the water gradually lost its coolness as well.
Looking at her movements, even if she was looking calm and collected, she could not hide the fact that both of her arms were trembling in fear.
Zhong Chenghao imprinted this scene in his mind, he was impressed by this woman.
She had found out about Shi Yuting’s identity and his marriage with Tangteng Xi, yet she had not left. She had chosen, instead, to stay beside him.
