When the heavy snow stopped, Shen Li had finally learned to ski, or at least to turn.
But at a cost, she caught a cold.
"Cough, cough... my head is so dizzy," Shen Li muttered to herself, feeling weak all over, her cheeks flushed, trying to sit up straight, but found she simply could not.
The cold had drained all her strength, leaving her with only a feeling of powerlessness.
"Lean on me," Huo Siyu stepped forward to embrace Shen Li, propping up her body. He reached out to touch her forehead, the burning temperature still evident—it had been two days, and there was no sign of it dropping.
The maid brought in a bowl of freshly brewed traditional Chinese medicine. A top Chinese Medicine Practitioner had prescribed it, painstakingly simmered for three hours—the effect should be very good. But the bowl contained nothing but a dark herbal concoction, emitting a strange odor.
"Cough, cough, I want an injection..."
Shen Li spoke and turned her face away, almost struggling to get up.
