Although Lu Jihan said he was fine, she keenly noticed the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, almost imperceptible.
And the faint unnatural blush on his face.
Without a word, she raised her hand to touch his forehead.
This touch made her shocked.
"Jinhan, are you running a fever?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.
Lu Jihan pulled a smile and said, "It's nothing serious, perhaps I caught a bit of wind off the river last night and got a little chilly, it's okay."
His body was burning up, yet he stubbornly insisted, saying he was fine.
Song Yinyin was very distressed and quickly instructed the driver, "Driver, head to the Ji Family Hospital immediately!"
"No! We can't go to the hospital!"
"Jinhan, you can't keep pushing yourself..."
Lu Jihan reached out and held Song Yinyin's small hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, he explained, "We can't go to the hospital now, look behind."
She turned to look.
