Mu Qian's body was so cold it seemed as though it could cause frostbite. Mu Xiao clung tightly to his neck, and Yu Qianmo couldn't pull him away no matter how hard she tried. Watching the pitiful father and son, tears of distress almost fell from her eyes, "What can we possibly do now?"
Until the late hours of the night, Mu Qian's body finally warmed up, but then his temperature kept rising, becoming very hot to the touch. Clearly, the fever had returned, and they urgently administered a fever-reducing injection and gave him anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication.
They barely made it to dawn when Mu Qian's fever finally subsided, but to their dismay, it returned in the afternoon and simply wouldn't go down. The moon on the sixteenth was even bigger, rounder, and brighter than on the fifteenth, and as the moon appeared, Mu Qian's scalding body temperature also went down, soon to be replaced by an icy coldness.
"Auntie, take Xiao'er out."
