After bringing the person to the inn, Meng Zhenzhi went straight upstairs and carried the person to the door, but then hesitated again.
Victor took the opportunity to touch Jiang Xing's head and said quickly, "He seems to have a fever. Let him sleep in my room first."
"No," Meng Zhenzhi refused without blinking, "Go down and get him another room."
Victor frowned, not knowing what he was upset about. "I don't mind. Let's put him to bed and go find a doctor."
"I mind," Meng Zhenzhi said with a wooden face. He kicked open the door of his room, threw the person roughly onto the bed with disgust, and clapped his hands.
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