39.1 degrees, a high fever indeed, no wonder Wu Mu felt so awful.
After receiving two IV drips at the clinic and eating the lean meat porridge Lin Qingyue had made,
he was stuffed back into his room to rest.
The lead actor of the crew had fallen ill, and most of the outdoor scenes scheduled for today had already been shot.
Lin Qingyue simply gave the crew half a day off to rest.
"Yay, Director Lin is wise!"
"Old Qian, let's go, let's eat at Chuanxiang Restaurant… Director Lin, do you want us to bring lunch for Wu Mu?"
"No need, you guys enjoy your meal, I'll buy something else later."
"Wu Mu is really having a tough time, falling sick on his birthday."
"How could he not fall ill? He shot scenes intensely all day and even went out to play guitar at three or four in the morning… The fever is really high, four of the top ten trending topics on Weibo are about his birthday support."
"Hahaha, if they knew he was sick, they would probably add another one."
