By the time everything was on the right track, Jiang Meng could finally rest.
Xiao Chen, on the other hand, had always been quite idle.
During this period, apart from occasionally giving Jiang Meng some advice, he had only made a few phone calls and shared a few cups of coffee with someone.
Despite taking great care of Jiang Meng throughout this time, excessive fatigue still caused her to fall ill.
She had a high fever of over thirty-nine degrees.
Her whole body was weakened.
Xiao Chen was filled with self-reproach, regretting that he hadn't taken proper care of Jiang Meng. Despite his presence as a divine doctor, Jiang Meng had still gotten sick.
This really shouldn't have happened.
"Husband, what are you doing? It's just a fever. I'll be fine after some sleep,"
Jiang Meng said with a wry smile, "Your self-blame makes it seem like I've committed some terrible mistake.