"Forget it."
Ji Chuyun placed the medical kit on the coffee table, took out a few ointments, and handed them to Mo Hexuan, saying, "Apply these on her later. They're for reducing inflammation."
Then he grabbed some medicine and started preparing for an IV drip.
Mo Hexuan stood to the side, watching Ji Chuyun insert the needle into Qin Youxue's hand. It seemed to hurt, as Qin Youxue's eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking a bit pitiful.
After everything was set, Ji Chuyun turned around and addressed Mo Hexuan, "If she still has a fever, use alcohol wipes to cool her down. If it doesn't subside by tomorrow morning, take her to the hospital."
Mo Hexuan frowned. "That's so troublesome."
Ji Chuyun rolled his eyes at him. "If you're afraid of trouble, don't get her into this state in the first place."
"Tsk." Mo Hexuan fell silent.
After tidying up the medical kit, Ji Chuyun yawned and suddenly thought of something. He asked, "Who is she anyway?"
"Someone I like."