He quickly placed his hand on Yian Jingxue's forehead.
It was burning hot.
Yian Jingxue had a fever.
He hurriedly took out his phone and found a familiar doctor, asking him to quickly recommend a skilled female doctor to come over, insisting money was not an issue and willing to pay any amount, as long as she got there promptly.
He had just hung up the phone when a knock at the door sounded, "Xiao Xue, are you talking?"
It was Ye Xingbei's voice.
Han Zuo looked down at himself.
He was wearing the bathrobe from the guest room, a men's one. Although it covered everything that needed covering, it wasn't particularly decent.
He responded, "Young Madam, please wait a moment, I'm changing my clothes."
Ye Xingbei's voice was tinged with embarrassment, but she persisted, "Xiao Xue is okay, right?"
Last night, Yian Jingxue and Han Zuo had entered the guest room and hadn't come out.
The result of their discussion was self-evident.
