In the end, there was no way to coordinate, and it was impossible to let someone else sleep in Chen Muzhi's room.
Butler Chen instructed the maid to place Xiang Zhilan's pillow and blanket on the sofa in Shen Muzhi's room.
Xiang Zhilan was pushed into Shen Muzhi's room by Afang.
It's strange, he secretly went to her room to check on her last night, but he hasn't seen her all day.
Xiang Zhilan stood stiffly in the room, staring at the quilt on the bed, seemingly oblivious to the noise outside.
She sat on the sofa, spread out the pillows and blankets, and lay down.
At first, she watched the bed warily, but Shen Muzhi seemed not to have moved at all.
She gradually succumbed to exhaustion and slowly closed her eyes.
A clap of thunder woke her up. She sat up with a start and instinctively looked towards the bed, where she saw Shen Muzhi still in the same position.
She sensed something was wrong, so she got up, turned on the small light, and went over.
Looking down, Shen Muzhi's face was unusually red, and his breathing was very weak.
Xiang Zhilan hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand; his forehead was burning hot.
"Shen Muzhi! Shen Muzhi!" She patted his cheek and called out several times, but he didn't respond at all.
She might have already fainted from the fever. Xiang Zhilan took a step to walk out, wanting to call Dr. Wang, but stopped in her tracks when she reached the door.
Why should she care whether he lives or dies? Wouldn't it be better for her if he died?
This wicked thought flashed through Xiang Zhilan's mind for less than a second before she opened the door and went to find Dr. Wang.
He deserved to die, but she couldn't bear to stand by and watch him die; her conscience would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Xiang Zhilan led Dr. Wang to the room, where Dr. Wang took her temperature and gave her an antipyretic injection.
"This fever is even higher than yours last time. I'm afraid it's due to a wound infection. This can't go on; it could be fatal." Dr. Wang frowned and said to Xiang Zhilan, "Be extra careful tonight. We absolutely cannot let the fever rise any further."
Xiang Zhilan nodded, taking it as her way of repaying him for what he had done for her last time.
She pulled up a chair, sat down beside Shen Muzhi's bed, and watched over him all night before finally falling asleep on the edge of the bed.
When Shen Muyi woke up, he saw Xiang Zhilan's face. He reached out to help her brush the hair from her forehead, but when he saw her eyelashes tremble slightly, he immediately withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.
Xiang Zhilan rubbed her eyes and opened them. The first thing she did was reach out and touch Shen Muzhi's forehead. The fever hadn't gone down, but it wasn't as burning hot as it had been the night before.
She got up, drew back the curtains, and looked outside. The rain had stopped, and the water outside was slowly receding.
Xiang Zhilan turned and walked out of the room, then called Dr. Wang over again.
Their temperature was still 38 degrees Celsius. They need to be taken to the hospital as soon as the tide recedes.
Xiang Zhilan watched silently for a while, then turned and walked out of the room. Half an hour later, she returned carrying a tray.
The dish consists of a bowl of millet porridge, two side dishes, and a fried egg.
"I know you're awake. Get up and eat," Xiang Zhilan said calmly, placing the tray on the bedside table.
Shen Muzhi opened his eyes, saw Xiang Zhilan about to leave, sat up and grabbed her wrist.
His hands were burning hot; Xiang Zhilan felt as if her wrists were being scalded. She tried to pull away, but he held on even tighter. Even though he was the one who was sick, he was stronger than her.
However, Xiang Zhilan was much calmer when he touched her now, and glanced back at him indifferently.
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