Li Chongbai's brows furrowed tightly as he looked at Nan Yu, the concern in his gaze deep and intense.
"Yingying, have you been running a high fever before? You haven't fully recovered, yet you've been staying up late every day and working tirelessly. Now, your body is struggling to keep up and you've started to have persistent high fevers," he said.
He sighed, "I'll administer two acupuncture needles, and you lie down on the couch to rest for a while."
Nan Yu's complexion was flushed, with sweat constantly beading on her forehead. She pulled back her wrist and shook her head, "Uncle Li, there's no need for acupuncture, I've just had an antipyretic shot, it should be better soon."
Li Chongbai stubbornly grabbed her and forced her to sit on the only couch in the ward, "You need to rest right now, just lie down for a bit."
He turned his head toward Pei Yu and instructed, "Pei Yu, bring me my Silver Needle."
