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the corners of her eyes, her small body was quiet. Although her little face was soaked with tears, it also calmed down. A pale face in the darkness, not much blood color, he saw it, and a trace of sad...Upon arriving at the Ruan residence, he was met with a glare from Ruan Chengyang. Miao Qing's mind raced, remembering that there was a medical student living right under their roof. Though not officially practicing yet, treating a simple fever shouldn't be a problem, so she summoned Ruan Chengyang without alerting anyone else.

Ruan Chengyang, as expected of someone who studied medicine, had a well-stocked supply of medications at home. He quickly set up an IV for Lin Meng and then busied himself with methods to physically lower her fever. When Rong Ling arrived, Lin Meng's body temperature had dropped slightly, and she seemed to be out of danger. Only then did Ruan Chengyang have the time and energy to give Rong Ling a series of piercing glares with his eyes.

Rong Ling had always looked down on Ruan Chengyang, and even when he saw the disrespect Ruan Chengyang showed him, he ignored it in this emergency, continuing to stride forward. Just as he was about to pass by Ruan Chengyang, he was stopped by him.

"Hey, don't go too far."

Rong Ling took another step, brushing past him. Ruan Chengyang could only chase after him, muttering angrily.

"You're going to reap what you sow!"

Amazingly, Rong Ling replied.

I know what I'm doing.

Although his tone was still arrogant and annoying, it inexplicably gave Ruan Chengyang a feeling of being favored. After all, he had been completely ignored by this proud man for far too long!

"Has the temperature stopped rising!"

Rong Ling asked Miao Qing about Lin Meng. Since Miao Qing had been reporting to him along the way, his understanding of Lin Meng was limited to what he knew before getting off the car. Despite the fact that it only took a minute for him to go from downstairs to upstairs, he still asked again like a worried mother hen. Hearing Miao Qing say everything was stable, he nodded and continued towards the bed.

Then he sat down beside the bed, bending over. He gently grasped Lin Meng's hand with one hand and touched her face with the other. Her face looked very red, as if all the blood was boiling beneath her skin. He touched it and felt a slight warmth. Her forehead was already wet with sweat, her bangs soft and plastered to her forehead, looking like they had been fished out of water. There were still tears at the corners of her eyes, her eyes half-closed, giving her a sickly and vulnerable look that made him feel truly sorry for her.

"Good boy!"

He leaned in close to her ear and whispered.

She moved her lips, and after a long time, she choked out a whisper. "…Róng Lǐng…"

"Be good, I'm here!"

He gently removed the wireless earphones hanging from her ear. They were put on by Miao Qing later, for convenience's sake, as holding a phone constantly was a burden for her frail condition.

She felt the headphones on her ears being removed, and she jumped, struggling to open her eyes, letting out a roar from her mouth.

"No!"

With an idle hand outstretched, he was about to come over and stop her.

"Be good, little one, it's me, it's me, I helped you take this off…"

Finally opening her weary eyes, she saw him. She felt dazed and confused, like she was dreaming. Tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.

"...Rong Ling..."

She whimpered softly, her breath warm and damp, weak and drawn out with long sighs, like a seriously ill patient. It made Rong Ling ache with such tenderness that he wanted to take the illness from her himself.

"Be good, don't speak, I'm right here, right here with you. Be good, sweetheart, my little one…"

With the utmost tenderness, he coaxed her, kneading her little hands while stroking her face and kissing her cheeks. Miao Qing, understanding the situation, pulled Ruan Chengyang away, signaling for him to leave so as to give this space to the couple. Although Ruan Chengyang was indignant, seeing Rong Ling, who was usually cold and arrogant in front of others like a god looking down upon mortals, now showering Lin Meng with such affection and persuasion, practically a model husband, he simply pursed his lips, went beside Rong Ling, and whispered something in his ear.

"I think Xiaoma has something on her mind, she's under a lot of pressure, so her condition has worsened!"

Because logically speaking, she shouldn't have a fever after taking those medications. A person's mental state can greatly affect their physical health. It's like someone who is chronically depressed is more prone to weakness and various illnesses. with you.""No, you're the patient. Go back."She pulled the quilt over herself, burying her face under it."Ah-yi, thank you!"She choked back her tears as she spoke. But he still heard the muffled sobs...