The servant quickly brought the fever-reducing medicine, and Lingling personally helped Wang Xueqin take the liquid fever-reducing medicine.
Even in her sleep, Wang Xueqin clutched Lingling's hand tightly, unwilling to let go, until dusk, when Wang Xueqin's hand moved slightly.
After Lingling administered the medicine to her, the fever subsided, later turning into a low-grade fever, and until now, it remained low and did not rise again.
Wang Xueqin slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry, unable to see Lingling by the bedside clearly, but she knew that she had a good sleep in the afternoon, securely holding her daughter's hand. Even though her vision was fuzzy and everything was unclear, she felt refreshed and extraordinarily secure.
"Shanshan, you're back!" Wang Xueqin tightly gripped Lingling's hand.
Zhong Lingling reached out to touch Wang Xueqin's forehead, sensing it was still somewhat hot. To not agitate Wang Xueqin, she dared not speak.
