After many attempts, it finally worked; the high fever gradually subsided.
Wen Jiaren was incredibly tired. Her neck had been painful from an injury Mu Qian had inflicted earlier, and she had to keep bending and bowing her head. Her swollen wrists still needed constant movement. Once she slackened, she collapsed onto the bed.
Mu Qian had left the room when she wasn't looking.
As the fever subsided, the hospital also breathed a sigh of relief. Checking the time, they hurriedly packed up. They gave Wen Jiaren some precautions to observe and left some medicine before quickly leaving as if being chased by a ghost.
Wen Jiaren lay down for a while and felt much better after resting. She took the anti-inflammatory and pain relief medicine left by the doctor and climbed back onto the bed. She touched the little baby's forehead, noticed his lips were dry, and dabbed some water on them.
