230: Chapter 231: High Fever 230: Chapter 231: High Fever Last night, after soaking in the cold sea water, he then went out to take the puppy to the vet without paying attention to keeping warm.
Even with an iron constitution, Gu Yixuan succumbed to illness.
Mo Ran had never imagined he would fall ill; for a mont, she felt sowhat at a loss.
After so difficulty finding a dicine box, she took out the thermoter inside and rushed to asure his temperature.
“Open your mouth.”
Wrapped in the blanket, Gu Yixuan opened his mouth groggily, and a thermoter was placed into his mouth.
“Do you have any cold dicine?” Mo Ran asked while rummaging through the box.
“I have,” he replied indistinctly.
“Found it.” Mo Ran found so ergency cold dicine but realized upon checking the date that they had expired several months ago.
“When did you put these dicines here?” she asked, frowning.
Gu Yixuan thought for a mont and then mumbled, “It seems like three years ago.”
Darn it, three years ago, they’re definitely expired.
“I’ll go make you so ginger soup.” There was no other choice; she had to resort to this old thod to treat a cold.
Fortunately, the kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients.
Mo Ran brought in the prepared ginger soup and took the thermoter out of his mouth.
Thirty-nine point seven degrees!
That’s an alarming fever!
“Gu Yixuan, get up and drink your dicine.” Mo Ran called to him anxiously; it seed like the fever had fogged his mind.
He opened his eyes, looked at her dazedly, and then fell back to sleep.
“Get up quickly, if you don’t take your dicine, you’re going to die!” She wasn’t just trying to scare him.
Gu Yixuan still didn’t get up, so Mo Ran went to shake his body.
Annoyed by the shaking, he suddenly opened his eyes and snapped, “Stop it!
I’ll be fine after I sleep a bit.”
“It’s nearly forty degrees, do you realize that?”
“It’s okay, stop disturbing , I’ll be fine after I sleep.” Gu Yixuan didn’t take it seriously at all.
Mo Ran felt the urgency, even though he did not, “Drink the ginger soup before you sleep.”
“Don’t want to drink…
I want to sleep…” The high fever made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.
He just wanted to have a good sleep, and when he woke up, everything would be fine.
It was only thirty-nine point seven degrees; he had endured forty-one degrees before.
Without dicine, injections, he hadn’t died yet.
He was a scourge; even the heavens were afraid of him and didn’t want to take him away.
Mo Ran was so angry she couldn’t stand it, thinking it would be better if he died from the fever; then she’d be freed from this burden.
Holding the ginger soup, she turned around, intending to pour it out, when she saw the puppy lying by the fireplace.
The puppy was out of the danger zone but was still very weak.
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