Jian Shiwu stopped in his tracks, and hesitated: "Why is it suddenly hurting, is there something wrong?"

The camouflage he insisted on holding on to was quickly taking over his mind, his cold face became white and there was even a thin layer of cold sweat rising, his voice was low and hoarse: "It's not serious, just call the doctor for me."

Jian Shiwu had speculated before whether Shen Cheng was in fact seriously injured, although he had always showed a calm look, but as Qiao An had said, this man was far too tolerant. The lingering smell of medicine mixed with the faint smell of blood in the room, besides, if it wasn't serious, the doctor would not have had to come every half hour to change the medicine.

Just before he went upstairs, he passed by the doctor's room and found him dispensing hanging needles and a series of emergency anti-inflammatory bottles, all of which indicated that the wound on Shen Cheng's back was by no means a minor one, and might even be more serious than he thought.

Jian Shiwu was a little panicked as he jogged out , "Wait here, I'll go out and call a doctor for you."

He opened the door quickly and ran to the doctor’s door, following the route he remembered. He was panting as he described Shen Cheng’s situation, as if his life would be lost if the doctor didn’t get there as fast as possible.

The doctor thought something big had happened and ran to the young master's bedroom: "What’s wrong?"

Who knew that Shen Cheng was no different from his previous calm and breezy self, although it seemed that something was indeed off. He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Take my temperature."

?

The doctor was puzzled, hadn't he taken the temperature before, and didn't you already have a fever, so why are you talking about taking it now?

He was about to say something when Shen Cheng lifted his eyes and gave him a twilight filled glance, a glance that contained so much that the doctor felt as if he understood something in the dark eyes, and he replied, "Yes, young master."

The workplace was not easy to live in. Hee did his best to cooperate with Shen Cheng’s performance. After taking the temperature for a long time, the doctor glanced at Jian Shiwu next to him, coughed lightly and frowned, "It is indeed a fever.”

Jian Shiwu was really worried and came over, "Uncle, is Shen Cheng’s situation very serious?"

The doctor sighed, with an air of seriousness: "Whether the fever goes down or not depends on tonight, it will be more or less painful."

Although Jian Shiwu felt something was strange in his heart, but the temperature of the thermometer in front of him was indeed real, the smell of medicine in the room was also real, Shen Cheng's pale face was also real, he was a very good at holding back and enduring pain, and if such a person was showing weakness, it means he must be really hurting….

Thinking about this, Jian Shiwu's heart twitched and his eyes flickered slightly: "How could this be..."