Keith gave a small nod. “Thank you, Dr. Mills. I’m sorry for troubling you so late at night.”After seeing Peter off, he returned to the ward. Autumn was sleeping fitfully, her brows furrowed, her forehead damp with cold sweat.He picked up a tissue to gently wipe her skin, then sat by her bedside, watching her fragile face.Her fever had broken, and her complexion was calmer now. Still, fresh from the fever, her small face looked pale and sickly.Autumn drifted in and out of sleep until eight the next morning, her fever rising and falling through the night.Keith hadn’t slept at all—he’d spent the hours checking her temperature, cooling her forehead with compresses.When she finally opened her eyes, he touched her forehead again. At last, no fever.Her voice was hoarse. “Senior, you stayed here all night?”“Mm.” He poured her a cup of warm water and handed it to her.Still weak from the fever, she struggled upright, took the cup, and drank slowly.Just then, Jesse came in carrying two
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