After dinner, Tan Jincheng began to sweat profusely yet again.
Whether it was the medication, the food, or the forced consumption of ginger, Tan Jincheng's pajamas were completely drenched.
After the fever and sweating, his temperature naturally subsided, and his whole body felt lighter, although he still needed a good bath.
Tan Jincheng understood his condition. Although he usually preferred cold showers, this time he dutifully took a hot one.
After the bath, he felt completely refreshed.
As the saying goes, "Illness strikes like a mountain falling, but leaves like silk being drawn."
Tan Jincheng truly understood the essence of this saying. Before Anan had returned, he had felt sore all over and was very restless due to the fever.
But now, he felt great without any sickness.
He tiptoed into the study, where Gu Yi'an was sitting by the window and reading a book.