"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Yang Dahe noticed that An Hao's complexion was very poor.
"I think I have a fever," An Hao felt light-headed and weak. "Dahe, I might not be able to make it to the clinic on my own, could you please take me there?"
An Hao didn't want to ask for Yang Dahe's help unless it was absolutely necessary.
His wife made a big deal out of everything, who could stand it.
"Alright, alright, alright. Come with me!" Yang Dahe readily agreed.
One behind the other, they walked out, and as soon as they left the residential compound, Yang Dahe borrowed a bicycle from the guard post.
"Come on, get on, An Hao!" When Yang Dahe helped An Hao onto the bike, he touched her arm and could feel the scorching heat of her body.
So, he quickly mounted the bike and pedaled furiously to the clinic.
By the time they reached the clinic, An Hao was already in a semi-comatose state.