She must have kicked the little guy out of the warm bath in the afternoon. The little guy was all wet at that time. This must be the case, otherwise he would never have a fever.
Kneeling by the bed, looking at the trembling body of the young white tiger, Dong Xueqi felt very guilty, "Little thing, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you this afternoon. You must get better soon! No matter how hard you try next time
No matter how much you turn the house into a doghouse, I won't be angry anymore, as long as you get better soon..."
If this little thing lived in the wild, it would automatically look for plants to treat itself. But now it is artificially raised, and it can only rely on people to help treat it when it gets sick.
So, from now on, she will stay by this little thing's side until she takes good care of it!
I got up and walked to the living room, turned over all the medicines, and took out the antipyretic medicine I just bought not long ago.
I don’t know if I can let the little thing eat people’s fever-reducing medicine, and I don’t know if there will be any symptoms after taking it...
Holding the bottle of antipyretic medicine tightly, Dong Xueqi stood up and walked to the room.
No matter what, now I can only treat a dead horse as a live doctor!
I feel so uncomfortable seeing the little thing in so much pain while I can't do anything...