After receiving Nan Xian's call, Ding He rushed over. When she opened the door, she was so shocked to see the two people on the bed hugging each other like conjoined twins that she almost tripped over the threshold. The words "Sister, are you alright?" that she had just said caught in her throat.

She stared in disbelief, her face clearly saying, "Did I go into the wrong room?" After a long pause, she stammered, "Sister, Mr. He, you...you two—"

Nan Xian was stroking He Mingxiao, who was delirious with fever, when she heard this and felt embarrassed, so she quickly withdrew her hand.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she coughed lightly, saying, "Don't ask about that now. He has a high fever. Did you bring what I asked you to get?"

Ding He exclaimed "Oh, oh!" twice, snapping out of her shock. She hurriedly went into the house, placed the medicine box she was carrying on the table, and opened it.

As she unpacked the heat patch, she secretly glanced in the direction of the bed out of the corner of her eye.

Previously, He Mingxiao had been muttering nonsense and pestering Nan Xian to stay.

Nan Xian had no choice but to recall a time in her past life when she was hospitalized and the child next door was crying incessantly. His mother held him in her arms, sang to him, and stroked his head, and he quickly calmed down.

In her eyes, He Mingxiao, who was ill, was somewhat similar to a child. So Nan Xian tried to coax him gently while stroking his head and smoothing his hair, just like she remembered. Fortunately, this method worked. He soon stopped talking in his sleep, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

However, as soon as Nan Xian stopped comforting him, He Mingxiao quickly became uneasy again. He seemed to be having a nightmare, his cheeks flushed red, and he let out low, animal-like gasps and cries.

Nan Xian was both amused and exasperated. With a hint of venting her frustration, she lightly patted his head. "Alright, alright, I'm here, be good..."

Ding He happened to see this scene, froze for half a second, her face gradually turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and she looked away in embarrassment.

Hmm... when Sister Nan Xian hugged and petted President He, it looked a bit like she was petting a big cat...