Over the next few days, the drifter ran a low-grade fever a few more times, but none were as dangerous as that first night.
Xin Ziqi came to check on him once and helped cut a window in his bandages.
By then, the wound had already started to heal. To prevent the blood-soaked gauze from causing an infection, they changed the dressing.
After seeing that there were no other issues, he left.
He was very busy these days. He needed to digest what Ji Huan had told him, get started on the work, and build the framework... With a thousand things to sort out, there was just too much to do.
Ji Huan reminded him again that the launch of any new medicine required countless experiments and repeated clinical trials; there was no room for carelessness.
Moreover, an anesthetic was bound to attract worldwide attention. They currently had neither connections nor wealth. One wrong move, and their prize would become their peril.
