"Ah, 37.7! Feifan, you have a fever!"
The result didn't surprise Yan Feifan. He'd woken up this morning feeling heavy and weak, with a dull ache in his head.
Yan Feifan took the digital thermometer from Yu Suye's hand, glanced at it, and said nonchalantly, "It's just a low-grade fever, Su Ye. No need to be so surprised, right?"
"I haven't had a fever in months. It's normal to get one when the weather turns from summer to autumn."
"Think of it as my body disinfecting itself, burning off all the bacteria and viruses that have built up recently."
Yu Suye, however, looked as if she were facing a major crisis. She took Yan Feifan by the arm and guided him to the living room sofa.
"Feifan, you're practically a national treasure right now. We can't afford to be careless."
"You need to rest at home. I'll call the hospital and ask for leave on your behalf."
