"You're awake, not hungry, don't eat anything."
Responding obediently to Chu Xinian's concern, Qin Yiren propped herself up from the bed, somewhat puzzled as she rubbed her forehead, "Strange, I feel a bit dizzy, did I sleep too long?"
"Let me see." Chu Xinian's slender fingers touched her snow-white forehead, then frowned: "Oh no, you seem to have a slight fever?"
"Eh!"
Qin Yiren was greatly surprised and followed by touching her own forehead.
Perhaps because she felt a bit warm all over, she couldn't detect anything unusual, except for the soreness in her body and the slight dizziness.
But now is the critical period for her pregnancy, having not fallen ill for seven months, and with less than two months till her due date, nothing can go wrong at this time!
"Yiren, lie down first, I'll go find the medicine box and a thermometer."
