Wu Ming struggled to say even a complete sentence, his body trembling slightly.
Baili Xia raised her hand and placed it on his forehead.
It's so hot…
Her heart tightened, realizing that the anti-inflammatory herbs she found ultimately had limited effect, unable to compare with processed medicine.
Now he's starting to have a fever, she doesn't know what will happen to him tonight.
She must go out to find some fever-reducing medicine and something to eat, otherwise Wu Ming's condition may worsen.
Baili Xia thought for a moment and lay down beside Wu Ming.
She released Wu Ming's hand, reached out and embraced his back, moving her body closer to him.
Wu Ming's consciousness was already blurry, but feeling Baili Xia's body, it was as if he suddenly regained awareness.
His large hand lifted, passing through her armpit, holding her tightly in his arms.
"So cold…"
Perhaps he was truly too cold, doing all this unintentionally.
