?<strong>Chapter 252:</strong>


    A fever?


    Belinda blinked in surprise, and realization suddenly dawned on her.


    No wonder she felt so ufortable.


    Her throat was sore and dry, and her tongue felt like sandpaper.


    It was probably because she got caught in the rain yesterday.


    Not to mention, with her busy hours at the hospital, she was constantly sweating and never really had the chance to dry herself off, let alone change.


    Belinda reached up to touch her forehead and check her own temperature.


    “It’s nothing serious,” she said, tucking her hand back under the covers. “It’s only around 101.5°F.


    Can you fetch me the medicine in the drawer? I just need to take some meds, and I’ll be fine.”


    For a few seconds, Lucas just looked at her.


    Had she really just measured her temperature by a simple touch?


    Nevertheless, he walked over to the drawer and retrieved the first-aid kit.


    After that, he took out a thermometer and checked Belinda’s temperature.


    To his surprise, it read exactly 101.5°F.


    How had Belinda been able to measure her body temperature so urately without the use of a tool?


    “Just meds?” Lucas asked in a hushed voice. “Don’t you need an injection or something?”


    “That won’t be necessary.


    I’ll take the pills first.”


    “If the meds don’t work, then I’ll consider getting an injection.” As she spoke, Belinda propped herself up, wanting to find the medicine for herself.


    “Tell me which ones you need,” Lucas said.


    Belinda cited a handful of medications, and Lucas quickly found them.


    He ced the bottles on the nightstand and stood up.


    “I’ll have someone bring your breakfast. Just lie down and rest for now,” he said.


    “Oh, all right.” Belinda nodded, still a little disoriented.


    It might be the fever, but she appeared gentler and definitely more docile than she normally was.


    Seeing Belinda like this, Lucas suddenly felt the urge to reach out and pinch her cheek.


    Once he had gone downstairs, Belinda dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom for a quick wash.


    When she came out, Lucas was just walking into the bedroom with a breakfast tray in his hands.


    “Get back in bed now,” Lucas said when he saw Belinda in the bathroom doorway.


    After tucking herself back under the covers, Belinda took the bowl of warm soup from the tray and proceeded to eat spoonful by spoonful.


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