"What do we do now?" Lei Shan looked at Pei Jinyi.
"What else? Hurry and catch up to him. The injuries on him aren't minor, all because of your misplaced compassion. Now he's running a fever. If he doesn't get treated soon, the consequences could be severe—go after him quickly."
"Oh!" Lei Shan immediately dashed out.
However, Han Mo was moving fast, and by the time she got outside, he was already out of sight.
Lei Shan walked back to the hospital room, looking like a child who had just been scolded. When Pei Jinyi saw her hanging her head as low as an ostrich's, he understood everything.
"You lost him?"
"Mm. What do we do now? Teacher's hands are scorching hot. His fever isn't mild. If we don't lower it soon and he falls unconscious, it might be life-threatening!" Lei Shan said worriedly.
Pei Jinyi's brows tightened for a moment, and he said in a low voice, "I'll call Aunt Li and have her wait for him at home, and make sure he takes some fever-reducing medication."