The condition of the female has not improved.
Her cheeks are flushed unnaturally, her body is covered with cold sweat, and her breathing is rapid and shallow, her delicate brows tightly knitted together, clearly in discomfort.
She mumbles quietly about feeling cold, then incoherently says she’s hot, her pale fingers subconsciously tugging at her collar, even accidentally scratching a few red marks on her skin.
The man immediately grasped her hand, stopped her actions, and then reached out to feel her forehead, the temperature alarmingly high, even hotter than his own body temperature.
It’s worth noting that his body temperature is naturally high due to years of intense combat, making his body temperature higher than the average person. Yet now the female’s temperature feels burning even to him.
The man felt a tightness in his chest, somewhat flustered, but soon calmed down.
The fever must be caused by the inflammation of the wound.
Shen Tang’s superpower within her body is sealed, so naturally, her Healing Ability is lost.
She used to never fear getting hurt; even being beaten half to death didn’t bother her because her Healing Ability was constantly repairing her body.
Without the protection of her superpower, even minor skin wounds are enough to make her fall ill.
The man refilled a basin, applied a wet towel to her forehead, wiped her whole body, and covered her with a blanket before turning to leave.
Soon, he returned.
He held a large bag of medicines in his hand, including those for anti-inflammation, reducing fever, and healing wounds. Anything useful, he bought in a heap.
The man seemed to rarely use medications and was not familiar with them, so he carefully read the manuals to confirm there were no contraindications or allergic reactions before preparing a cup of medicine.
He tested the temperature of the water, ensured it wasn’t too hot, then walked to the bedside, crouching gently.
He made no offensive gestures, simply using his large hand to gently hold her chin, prying open her lips, and spooned a small amount of medicine inside, slowly feeding her.
The female instinctively swallowed, ingesting most of it, but some liquid dribbled down her lips.
The man quickly wiped her cheeks clean with a towel, and once she swallowed that bit, gently pried her lips open again, continuing to administer the medicine.
He repeated this patiently, feeding her the medicine bit by bit.
After taking the medicine, the female’s tightly furrowed brows appeared to ease somewhat, her murmurs softened considerably, and she seemed less uncomfortable.
The man felt her forehead; the fever had started to subside.
He sat by the bedside, his gaze settling on the female’s face.
He had already removed her mask, revealing her original appearance.
Dark hair, snow-white skin, delicate features, slender willow-leaf brows, dense and curled eyelashes, a high elegant nose, and those soft, full lips.


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