If You Have the Ability to Get Off the Bed, You Should Have Stopped the Wound from Being Infected

Understanding Ji Nuan's intentions, Feng Ling answered: "We will investigate their backgrounds. Right now, we've already replaced them. Don't worry."

A moment later, the doctor stepped out of the hospital room. He said that they had given Mo Jingshen a fever-reducing shot, but because his fever was still really high, it only managed to keep his temperature below thirty-nine degrees. Currently, he still had a high fever. In the next few hours, before his fever went down, he needed someone to take care of him for the whole night; to lower his physical temperature and feed him some warm water frequently.

Since Ji Nuan was here, naturally, no one would snatch this task away from her.

Late at night, Nanheng returned to the base while Feng Ling was sitting outside the hospital room, resting. It was completely silent in the room.