"Miss Xia, there's something you don't know. The Young Master is different from ordinary people. He doesn't get sick often, but when he does, it becomes uncontrollable. It was my negligence not to take good care of the Young Master yesterday." Ye Feng's concerns surged again. He had thought that the Young Master would recover after seeing Xia Qingqian, but unexpectedly, it only got worse...
"What about now? Will he feel better after the fever-reducing injection?" Xia Qingqian asked, frowning.
"It's hard to say, Miss Xia. The task of taking care of the Young Master is now up to you." Ye Feng closed the medicine box and held it in his hand.
"Okay, if anything happens, I'll call you." Xia Qingqian nodded.
Ye Feng responded with a nod and left with his belongings.
Xia Qingqian pulled up a chair and sat by his bedside. Every so often, she would frequently change the ice pack for him and wipe his body.
It was as if she was taking care of her most beloved possession.
