I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

"Jiang Che! Wake up!" Chen Fei raised his voice, while gently shaking her shoulders with a little force. "You have a fever. Shall I take you to the hospital now?"

Jiang Che's eyelids trembled violently a few times before he finally managed to open them a crack.

His eyes were unfocused and confused; it took him a lot of effort to focus on Chen Fei's face: "No...no need to go to the hospital..."

"You have a high fever, you can't go to the hospital without going. I'm calling a taxi now." Chen Fei said firmly, trying to help her up.

"No...no need..." Jiang Che shook his head weakly, each word sounding strained. "I have medicine in my bag. It's happened before; I get a fever when I'm too busy, but taking medicine and sleeping it off makes me fine..."

She spoke haltingly, pointing to the bag on her desk.

Chen Fei frowned, knowing that she would make her own accurate judgment given her personality, so he could only agree: "Wait for me a moment, I'll go get it."

Chen Fei immediately took the high-quality bag and unzipped it.

Inside, notebooks, business card holders, chargers, and other miscellaneous items were neatly arranged.

He quickly found a flat, white plastic medicine box. When he opened it, he saw that it was divided into several compartments, containing individually packaged fever reducers, cold medicines, and even stomach medicines and band-aids.

A small printed label was affixed to the edge of the medicine box, listing the name of the medicine and a brief description.

The handwriting was by Jiang Che, and it was clear and neat.

This woman... even her commonly used medicines are prepared so meticulously, with labels all affixed.

Chen Fei didn't know whether to admire or be angry.

He quickly took out the fever reducer and poured half a cup of warm water.

Back on the sofa, he carefully helped Jiang Che up and let her lean against it, but her body was limp and weak, and she quickly slid down as soon as she leaned against it.

Chen Fei quickly reached out to stop her, letting her head rest naturally in the crook of his arm.

The burning forehead pressed against his neck, the scorching temperature making Chen Fei's heart tighten.

"Jiang Che, the medicine is here. Open your mouth." He held the pills to her chapped lips.

Jiang Che seemed to understand, though he was still a little dazed, and opened his mouth slightly.

Chen Fei carefully put the pill into her mouth, and then fed her water.

She had difficulty swallowing, choked a little, and some water dripped down the corner of her mouth.

Chen Fei quickly wiped the water away gently with a tissue and patiently continued feeding her until he was sure she had swallowed it.

After giving her the medicine, Chen Fei helped her lie down again.

Medication alone is not enough; physical cooling methods are also necessary.

Chen Fei called the hotel front desk and, after learning that the hotel had fever-reducing patches, asked them to send them over as soon as possible.

He then rushed to the bathroom, soaked two towels in cold water, wrung one half-dry, folded it, and placed it on her forehead, while carefully wiping her cheeks, behind her ears, and arms with the other towel.

The cold stimulus made her flinch slightly in her unconscious state, letting out a muffled groan, but the tightly furrowed brows on her forehead seemed to relax a little.

Chen Fei kept changing the cool towels and repeatedly wiping her exposed skin to help dissipate heat.

After the receptionist brought over the fever-reducing patches, she carefully applied them to Jiang Che's forehead.

"Cold..." she suddenly mumbled, her body wrapped in a suit skirt curling up even tighter, goosebumps rising on her bare arms.

High fever can cause chills.

Chen Fei immediately went back to the bedroom to get a blanket, carefully covered her with it, tucked her in, and finally found the air conditioner remote, turning up the temperature.

After doing all that, he sat on the carpet next to the sofa and reached out to touch her forehead.

It was still scalding hot, but perhaps because the medication was starting to take effect and physical cooling was being used, it felt slightly cooler than the terrifying heat it had just experienced.

He dared not let his guard down and continued to wipe her face and arms with a cool towel.

Time passed slowly in silence and anxiety.

Only one floor lamp was on in the room, and the dim yellow light stretched the shadows of the two people long.

Chen Fei observed Jiang Che's condition intently, touching her forehead and neck every few minutes and changing the fever-reducing patch and towel.

After about forty minutes, Jiang Che's breathing became much more stable and less rapid.

Chen Fei breathed a slight sigh of relief; it seemed that the medicine she always kept on hand was effective for her.

He got up and went to the bathroom, washed his face with warm water, and looked at his tired face in the mirror.

Back in the living room, he called the hotel reception and asked them to bring up some fresh lemons, and also asked if they had a thermometer he could borrow.

While waiting, he sat on the single sofa opposite Jiang Che, quietly watching over her.

As dusk settled over the city outside the window, the neon lights shone through the gaps in the slightly open curtains, casting shifting shadows in the dimly lit room.

The room was unusually quiet, with only Jiang Che's breathing becoming more even and the faint sounds of city noise coming from afar.

He looked at the woman sleeping on the sofa.

She is always impeccably dressed and walks with a brisk pace, like a tireless money-making machine.

At this moment, she had shed all her armor and disguise, lying there weakly, her long hair disheveled, her makeup smudged by sweat.

A strange emotion welled up in his heart, a mixture of worry, blame, and... pity.

The hotel staff quickly brought over lemons and an electronic thermometer.

After thanking him, Chen Fei gently closed the door.

He first took Jiang Che's temperature with a thermometer: 38.2℃, which is much better.

He cut two lemon slices and put them in a cup, poured in hot water, and then placed it on the coffee table.

If you have a high fever and are sweating a lot, you need to replenish fluids and vitamin C. Drinking it after you wake up will make you feel much better.

Chen Fei stayed in the living room watching computer games and playing on his phone until late at night when Jiang Che finally woke up.

This time her eyes were much clearer, although she was still weak from her illness.

"...Chen Fei, are you there?" Her voice was still hoarse, but it was audible.

"Yes, I'm here. Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling unwell?" Chen Fei immediately leaned closer, peeled off the fever-reducing patch from her forehead, which was already warm, and replaced it with a new one.

"My head hurts... my whole body aches... I feel like I'm falling apart... I want to drink water..." she whispered, trying to move, but this caused her to gasp uncomfortably.

Chen Fei carefully helped her sit up a little, placed a cushion behind her back, and then picked up the glass of warm lemon water and brought it to her lips.

She lowered her head and sipped the warm, slightly acidic liquid, which slid down her parched throat, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

She drank most of the glass and shook her head. Chen Fei put down the glass and helped her lie down again.

"Thank you..." She looked at Chen Fei, her eyes watery from the fever, less sharp than usual, and filled with a soft dependence. "Thank you for your help."

"Don't talk about that." Chen Fei tucked the blanket around her. "Are you hungry? Should I have the hotel send some congee up?"

Jiang Che shook his head: "I have no appetite... I want to sleep..."

"Should I... help you to bed? The sofa is never comfortable," Chen Fei asked in a low voice, looking at the weak appearance of the person in his arms.

Jiang Che nodded slowly, his voice weak: "...Okay."

Chen Fei carefully helped her straighten up, letting her place her feet on the carpet, then stood up first and reached out to help her.

Jiang Che tried to get up using the strength, but the high fever had exhausted her strength. As soon as she put her legs up, she felt a sharp soreness and weakness. Her body swayed uncontrollably and she almost fell back down.

"Watch out!" Chen Fei quickly steadied her.

Jiang Che leaned on his arm, breathing heavily for a few moments. Besides the sickly flush on her face, there was also a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.

She bit her lower lip, as if she was struggling with her body. She tried again, but her unsteady steps couldn't support her body at all.

She sat frozen on the sofa, head down, her fingers unconsciously clenching Chen Fei's clothes, but she didn't utter a word for a long time. Her breathing was slightly rapid, as if she was holding back something.

Chen Fei looked down and quickly understood what she was thinking.

Given her personality, she would probably rather tough it out on her own than ask for help.

He thought to himself, "How about... I carry you over?"

Jiang Che didn't dare to look up at him, nor did she say anything. She just nodded lightly and quickly.

Having received permission, Chen Fei no longer hesitated.

He leaned down slightly, one hand steadily slipped under her knees, and the other hand carefully wrapped around her back. With a little effort, he lifted her up steadily in his arms.

"Ah..." Jiang Che gasped softly as her body was suddenly suspended in mid-air. She instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around Chen Fei's neck, turning her burning cheeks toward his chest to avoid his gaze.

She could feel her heart pounding wildly, unsure whether it was from the fever or from the sudden intimacy.

Chen Fei carried Jiang Che and steadily walked towards the master bedroom.

She was indeed very light; even through her suit skirt, one could feel her feminine softness and delicacy.

This short distance now seemed to stretch out infinitely.

No one spoke; only Chen Fei's steady footsteps and Jiang Che's slightly disordered breathing could be heard.

Entering the master bedroom, Chen Fei gently placed her in the center of the large bed.

He took the blanket, carefully covered her with it, and tucked the edges in to make sure there was no draft.

"Alright, you get some sleep. Just call me if you need anything." He straightened up and stood by the bed, his voice sounding exceptionally gentle to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che nestled in the soft pillow, only half her face and eyes showing. She looked at Chen Fei for several seconds before whispering, "...Thank you."

"Go to sleep." Chen Fei didn't say anything more, turned around and quietly left the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.