The medicine contained a sedative, and Qi Si soon fell fast asleep.
Qi Wang sat by Qi Si's hospital bed the entire time, watching him until the night grew deep.
Just as the doctor had said, Qi Si's fever began to fluctuate that night.
At around eleven at night, Qi Si began to sweat. Burning with fever, he felt as if he had been locked inside a steamer, like he would be roasted alive the next second.
"Hot..."
Half-asleep, Qi Wang heard Qi Si mumbling and immediately jolted awake, looking toward the hospital bed.
He saw Qi Si kick away the blanket covering him, half of it already fallen to the floor.
Qi Wang immediately got up, picked up the blanket, and covered Qi Si again.
He wrapped Qi Si up tightly once more.
When he touched Qi Si's forehead, it was scorching hot.
Qi Wang was startled and hurriedly pressed the call button by the bed.
"Hot... so hot..." Qi Si kept muttering about the heat as he struggled to throw off the blanket covering him.
Qi Wang grabbed Qi Si's hands and pressed them against his chest, stopping him from moving around.
"A Si, be good. Don't move."
"Brother..."
"Mm, I'm here. I'm here. Be good."
"Brother... I'm hot... I feel awful..." Qi Si called out for his brother, his voice full of grievance.
Delirious with fever, Qi Si could not understand why he felt so awful, yet his brother had not come to save him.
In his daze, Qi Wang's earlier words on the balcony suddenly surfaced in his mind—words about making him move out and live on his own.
Trapped in a nightmare, Qi Si suddenly began to cry, shouting, "Brother, I was wrong! Don't go! Don't leave me alone!"
Qi Wang's heart clenched painfully, and