Zhou Mo lifted her hand hesitantly and indeed felt a temperature difference compared to her own palm.
Shen Pan's forehead was cooler.
"I'll get a thermometer. You should take your temperature," Shen Pan said.
Zhou Mo reminded her, "Disinfect it first."
"...I know you have cleanliness habits," Shen Pan said. Even though she had already disinfected the thermometer after using it before, she took a piece of gauze and dipped it in alcohol to carefully wipe the thermometer again before handing it to Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo accepted it, looked at the mercury column, and then placed it under her armpit.
"Time it," she told Shen Pan.
Shen Pan bent over to find her phone, unplugged it from the charger, and opened the timer.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Mo took out the thermometer, "37.5 degrees, not too bad."
"What do you mean 'not too bad'? Even a low fever still counts as a fever," Shen Pan protested.