By noon, Meng Xi'er found that Lu Yebai's fever hadn't gone down, but had, in fact, gone up from 38 degrees to 39. She frowned, still feeling uneasy, and nudged him awake from the bed, "We're going to the hospital."
Lu Yebai immediately refused without giving it a thought.
"No."
Going to the hospital just because of a fever, he felt, was underestimating him.
Meng Xi'er frowned, "You're a grown man and you're afraid of the hospital, do you think you're Xiaochen?"
Lu Yebai weakly opened his eyes, "I said I would be fine after a sleep..."
"You've been sleeping for quite a while now!" Meng Xi'er laid clothes on the bed, "If you don't get up, I'm calling 120."
"..." Lu Yebai twitched his lips, resignedly lifting his aching arm to get dressed.
He naturally thought Meng Xi'er was overreacting, completely forgetting how he had rushed out of the office and drove frantically to the hospital to pick her up when she had a fever the day before.