Control

(The guys really shouldn't have tried to tough it out. I went out for a few walks, and now my head's starting to hurt again. I feel like I'm in a sauna. I'm at 37.6°C right now.)

A high fever!

It was inevitable that students would get sick at school. After years on the job, Teacher Qu could recognize many common illnesses at a glance.

His forehead felt burning hot. He was probably over 38°C.

"Class monitor, go get the English teacher to watch the class. I'm taking Cheng Ping'an to the hospital."

As soon as he finished speaking, Teacher Qu scooped Cheng Ping'an up and ran out of the classroom.

Though Cheng Ping'an was only a little over six years old, Teacher Qu struggled to carry him.

After Teacher Qu left the classroom with Cheng Ping'an in his arms, Xiang-er and Candy exchanged bewildered looks.

"What happened to Cheng Ping'an...? Is he unconscious?"

Xiang-er shook her head. "I don't know. I'll go get the English teacher."

With that, Xiang-er, who was sitting near the door, ran out of the classroom.

About a minute later, Xiang-er returned with a young teacher whose long hair flowed behind her. She was very pretty.

"Teacher Qu had to step out for a bit. Review the material for the next lesson."

Even with the English teacher there to keep watch, the students' curiosity couldn't be contained. Quiet conversations continued around the classroom.

After all, Cheng Ping'an had looked like he was about to kick the bucket.

Meanwhile, by the time Teacher Qu reached the parking lot, his arms were already aching from carrying Cheng Ping'an.

If he'd had to go another fifty meters, he didn't think he could have kept holding him.

On the way to the school, Teacher Qu had called Cheng Ping'an's