Bo Shiwu was blindfolded, so she couldn't see Qiao He's expression, nor did she know how to put on the clothes above...

He groped around and picked up a soft little garment.

Bo Shiwu's fingertips trembled slightly. How should she dress?

He never helped anyone else wear these clothes.

"Qiao He, why don't you do it yourself..." Bo Shiwu was interrupted by Qiao He before he could finish speaking.

"I really have no strength..." Qiao He's voice was soft and gentle, like a white cloud gently brushing against Bo Shiwu's face.

He felt like he was about to stop breathing.

So, Bo Shiwu could only carefully hold the clothes and slowly touch Qiao He's arm.

“Tell me the exact location,” Bo Shiwu said in a hoarse voice.

Qiao He then gave the specific location and distance.

Bo Shiwu helped Qiao He get dressed very accurately, but soon he encountered another problem.

That is...

How do I fasten the small buttons at the back?!

Bo Shiwu dared not touch Qiao He's skin, and could only painstakingly pry open one by one. As a result, she pried open the top and opened the bottom!

Once the bottom is fastened, the top becomes misaligned...

Thin Mist: "…………"

He should have learned how to help girls get dressed.

Now things are really messed up. He's sweating profusely, but he still hasn't managed to get her dressed properly.

Qiao He couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her hot breath sprayed onto Bo Shiwu's neck, making him feel as if a faint electric current was running through his body.

"Stupid."

Qiao He's tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

“I…I didn’t help anyone put it on.” Bo Shiwu’s throat tightened, and his large hands kept working until it was completely fastened.

Bo Shiwu quickly moved away from Qiao He and breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright."

Qiao He said weakly, "There are others..."

Thin Mist: "………………"

That makes sense.

Bo Shiwu had no choice but to grit her teeth and help her put it on, her fingers occasionally accidentally touching Qiao He's feet and calves.

The girl's slender body was burning hot, and her skin was so tender that it seemed as if she would be hurt if touched.

Bo Shiwu calmed herself down and helped Qiao He put on all her clothes in one go.

He let out a heavy breath, removed the blindfold from his eyes, and then saw that Qiao He had closed her eyes slightly, as if she had fallen asleep.

It seems he was the only one who was nervous just now.

Bo Shiwu's face was still hot. He chuckled and said softly, "This is really..."

I really don't know whether to say she's carefree or what.

Do you trust him that much?

In this situation, I was still able to fall asleep.

But this is good too. With more sleep and rest, the body will gradually recover.

After Qiao He fell asleep, Bo Shiwu kept checking on her condition. If she had a high fever, he would apply cold compresses and give her fever-reducing medicine.

However, fever reducers only treat the symptoms, not the root cause, especially since Qiao He had previously vomited blood.

Qiao He appears to be outwardly fine, but what about his internal organs?

What will happen!

Bo Shiwu began researching various information about the plague, and then he was able to make a preliminary judgment.

That means Qiao He's condition is already very serious. It's not the early stage of plague; it may have already infected her lungs.

That's bad.

Bo Shiwu spent the entire day helping Qiao He cool down.

Initially, possibly due to the medication, the body temperature gradually dropped below 39 degrees Celsius.

But not long after!

Qiao He's body temperature began to spike dramatically!

Within just one hour, the temperature had risen to over 40 degrees Celsius!

Qiao He also began to lose consciousness and experienced convulsions.

Bo Shiwu was so frightened that she was busy applying cold compresses to her and monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure.

Bo Shiwu didn't close his eyes all night.

They were terrified that something might happen to Qiao He and she wouldn't make it through!

The next morning, for some reason, it started pouring rain again outside the window.

Bo Shiwu felt he couldn't just sit and wait to die. He had the medicine, but Qiao He's condition was unknown.

After much deliberation, Bo Shiwu decided to go out and see a doctor.

However, in such special circumstances, doctors are extremely difficult to find.

Even a place like a hospital might already be completely submerged by the flood.

There were injured and dead everywhere, and the doctors were too busy to help themselves. There were very few people who could diagnose and treat Qiao He!

Even so, Thin Mist was determined to give it a try.

He couldn't wait any longer, or Qiao He's condition would definitely worsen.

So Bo Shiwu said to Qiao He, "Qiao He, wake up, I have to go out for a bit."

Qiao He opened her eyes with difficulty. Her vision was very blurry, and she could only make out the general outline of Bo Shiwu.

"Go out...what for?"

Bo Shiwu said in a low voice, "Find a doctor."

Qiao He shook her head, "Don't be silly... there are no doctors..."

Bo Shiwu remained silent. "What if there is?"

"No... even if there were... they wouldn't... come over." Qiao He knew human nature very well. Once the doctor knew she had the plague, it would be strange if he really came over.

They didn't even have time to escape...

Only a big idiot like Hakushige would do something like that.

“We should still give it a try. Qiao He, you should rest first. I’ll turn on the surveillance camera in this room. If you feel unwell, just call Grandma,” Bo Shiwu said in a low voice.

He gazed gently at Qiao He's pale, thin face. "I will be back as soon as possible."

Qiao He wanted to tell him not to bother, but she knew Bo Shiwu wouldn't listen to her, so she could only say softly, "You need to hurry... come back as soon as you can't find it..."

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