Those amber-colored eyes stared at her without blinking, and Shen Chaoxi's towel plopped into the washbasin, splashing water that dampened her shoes and socks.
"Mr. Shang, your fever is quite high, I want to cool you down with some physical methods before calling a car to take you to the hospital,"
said Shen Chaoxi of her plans.
Any bashfulness in her heart had become accustomed to the moment she helped Shang Jianghan out of his shirt, reminding herself that he was her teacher, and that he had helped her with the demolition matter. It was only right and proper to look after him for both emotional and rational reasons.
"Mm, give me the phone, it's in the living room."
Shang Jianghan's voice was hoarse as if filled with sand, fortunately, his mental state was still not too bad.
Shen Chaoxi quickly went to get his phone.
"Dial my second brother, tell him to bring medicine,"
Shang Jianghan didn't take the phone but directed Shen Chaoxi to do tasks.