Young Master Luo is burning with fever

As Yang Lei moved to assist Luo Zhelan, he realized his Master had swiftly entered the car, his hair and suit slightly dampened by the persistent rain.

"To the hotel," Luo Zhelan ordered.

Yang Lei glimpsed his Master, who was already reclining in the backseat with closed eyes, prompting him to gently rub his own forehead.

Luo Zhelan had been tirelessly darting between destinations, barely pausing for rest. It was apparent he'd been neglecting sleep, evident in the darkening bags under his eyes.

Yang Lei feared this relentless pace might again push the young man's body to collapse—a fate that had befallen him multiple times.

Despite understanding Luo Zhelan's urgency in locating the Saint Doctor, time wasn't on their side with his grandmother's health deteriorating.

Moreover, managing Luo Corporation was just one of the many obligations weighing on his shoulders.