"38.1 degrees!" Xicheng took a light breath, answering with some impatience, "He was coughing this afternoon."
"Any runny nose?"
"Seems like there was a bit."
"What color is it?"
"Doctor, he's running a fever!"
The doctor helplessly glanced at the exceedingly handsome man, who was frowning and losing his temper, pulled open a drawer, and carefully took out a fever patch, placing it on the little one's forehead.
"This is a fever patch; it can make him feel a little more comfortable. We need to confirm his temperature is over 38.5 degrees before we can use fever-reducing medication. That medication works immediately, but it doesn't cure, so we must diagnose his condition... Here!" The doctor picked up a cotton swab and flashlight, "Open your mouth, let's see if your throat is inflamed..."
The little guy reluctantly opened his mouth, while Xicheng frowned, holding his son without saying a word.
