that night, the little dumpling did not sleep well.
due to her fever and pneumonia, she coughed from time to time in her half-awake state, and her small body rolled back and forth uneasily in the blanket.
luo chenxi's heart was in her throat.
he spent the entire night wiping the little dumpling's body, changing the ice cream stickers, and taking the little dumpling's temperature every hour as dr. wang suggested before he left.
it wasn't until five or six o 'clock in the morning that the little furball's body temperature dropped. it no longer turned around and fell asleep on the ground with its mouth pouted.
luo chenxi heaved a sigh of relief, but she dared not feel completely at ease. she continued to sit on the edge of the bed and watch.
however, she had been under too much mental pressure the entire day. now that she could relax, a wave of fatigue hit her, and she could not even open her eyes.