The Canary that couldn't escape
Chapter 230 - 231: High Fever

Chapter 230: Chapter 231: High Fever

Last night, after soaking in the cold sea water, he then went out to take the puppy to the vet without paying attention to keeping warm. Even with an iron constitution, Gu Yixuan succumbed to illness.

Mo Ran had never imagined he would fall ill; for a moment, she felt somewhat at a loss.

After some difficulty finding a medicine box, she took out the thermometer inside and rushed to measure his temperature.

"Open your mouth."

Wrapped in the blanket, Gu Yixuan opened his mouth groggily, and a thermometer was placed into his mouth.

"Do you have any cold medicine?" Mo Ran asked while rummaging through the box.

"I have," he replied indistinctly.

"Found it." Mo Ran found some emergency cold medicine but realized upon checking the date that they had expired several months ago.

"When did you put these medicines here?" she asked, frowning.

Gu Yixuan thought for a moment and then mumbled, "It seems like three years ago."

Darn it, three years ago, they’re definitely expired.

"I’ll go make you some ginger soup." There was no other choice; she had to resort to this old method to treat a cold. Fortunately, the kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients.

Mo Ran brought in the prepared ginger soup and took the thermometer out of his mouth.

Thirty-nine point seven degrees!

That’s an alarming fever!

"Gu Yixuan, get up and drink your medicine." Mo Ran called to him anxiously; it seemed like the fever had fogged his mind. He opened his eyes, looked at her dazedly, and then fell back to sleep.

"Get up quickly, if you don’t take your medicine, you’re going to die!" She wasn’t just trying to scare him.

Gu Yixuan still didn’t get up, so Mo Ran went to shake his body. Annoyed by the shaking, he suddenly opened his eyes and snapped, "Stop it! I’ll be fine after I sleep a bit."

"It’s nearly forty degrees, do you realize that?"

"It’s okay, stop disturbing me, I’ll be fine after I sleep." Gu Yixuan didn’t take it seriously at all.

Mo Ran felt the urgency, even though he did not, "Drink the ginger soup before you sleep."

"Don’t want to drink... I want to sleep..." The high fever made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open. He just wanted to have a good sleep, and when he woke up, everything would be fine.

It was only thirty-nine point seven degrees; he had endured forty-one degrees before. Without medicine, injections, he hadn’t died yet. He was a scourge; even the heavens were afraid of him and didn’t want to take him away.

Mo Ran was so angry she couldn’t stand it, thinking it would be better if he died from the fever; then she’d be freed from this burden.

Holding the ginger soup, she turned around, intending to pour it out, when she saw the puppy lying by the fireplace. The puppy was out of the danger zone but was still very weak.