Ava Morgan looked at the numbers on the thermometer expressionlessly, and felt his temples throbbing with anger.
Jade Thompson on the bed was still moving unconsciously, his thin eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he whispered "cold" in a low voice.
Ava Morgan covered her with the quilt at the end of the bed, then slowly helped her up.
"Jade Thompson, take the medicine."
Her beautiful and bright face was tense, and she looked very intimidating when she had no expression on her face.
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