After a while, Ji Wei came back breathlessly with the fever medicine.
Seeing Mo Qian still standing there, Ji Wei quickly helped him to the bed and said sternly, "You're sick, lie down and rest."
Mo Qian has always been in good health and usually doesn't get sick.
If he hadn't given her his coat tonight and held her tightly in the cold, he wouldn't have caught a chill, right?
Guilt filled Ji Wei's heart as she looked at the faint sickly red on Mo Qian's cheeks, making her feel even more remorseful.
After applying a fever patch and feeding him the medicine, Ji Wei still felt uneasy and blurted out, "I should call a doctor to come over."
After saying that, she hurried to find her phone, but Mo Qian grabbed her arm: "It's too late, Weiwei, you should sleep first. It's just a fever, it won't defeat me."
They had already been through so much tonight; he didn't want her to worry about him any longer.
"No, I can't sleep."
Ji Wei insisted sternly.
