The moment they reached the medic's station, the on-site doctor moved with swift precision. His hands were already pulling on gloves as he barked out orders.
"Put her down on the cot," the medic instructed, his voice calm yet urgent. Ji Yuhan moved carefully, lowering Chen Lin onto the bed with a tenderness that belied his usually calm demeanor, as though she might shatter if he wasn't careful. Mei Xuan, on the other hand, grabbed a dry towel and began gently patting away the rain that still clung to her skin, her face etched with worry.
The medic didn't waste any time. He pressed two cool fingers to Chen Lin's wrist, checking her pulse with a practiced touch. His brows furrowed. "Her fever's high—at least 39 degrees. How long has she been like this?"
Ji Yuhan's jaw tightened, his frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. "I don't know. Too long."
