He Lingling didn't dare to joke about her father, struggling to prop up her aching body, but soon she collapsed again.
She was so anxious she wanted to cry, a sense of grievance and bitterness in her tears that once again slid down her pale cheeks.
It wasn't that she didn't want to drink it, but she simply had no strength in her body and really couldn't get up.
She cast a hopeful glance at Li Fengnian, who initially looked expressionless and even a bit annoyed. She thought Li Fengnian would definitely not be willing to help her, but unexpectedly, Li Fengnian actually sat down beside the bed, holding the medicine bowl in one hand and helping her sit up with the other.
He Lingling leaned against his chest, trembling hands holding the bowl, the medicine so bitter, she swallowed with difficulty and no taste.
The doctor, a renowned practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, had said that once the Chinese medicine was ingested, the fever would slowly subside.
