He Aiguo went back to rest.
Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Song Moting.
She looked at the thermometer again; the temperature seemed to be dropping.
Even though reducing the fever physically and eating a peach didn't seem to be particularly effective, it might still have some small effect.
She nodded in satisfaction.
After a little while, when she measured again.
Song Moting's temperature had already dropped to 37°.
Jiang Xiaoxiao finally felt relieved.
At dawn, Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up.
She had been watching over Song Moting, but who would have thought that after being tired all day, sleep would eventually overcome her, and she ended up dozing off next to him.
She opened her eyes and was startled.
What if something happened to Song Moting while she was asleep?
She doubted someone as irresponsible as herself could have kept him alive last night.
She hurriedly placed her hand on his chest, then moved it to his neck, feeling for his pulse.