"Miss Yuan, stop moving, you have a fever." He Shunqing panicked in his heart. The illness was acceptable, but he was so afraid of this fever that he hated it.

That year, his father had just "sacrificed", and all the family's money was used to buy a coffin and mortuary, and when he was buried, he found that his sister had a high fever, but he didn't have half a penny in his hand, and his neighbors were afraid of being borrowed by them, He Shunqing couldn't make up the money, and when he ran home with a broken leg, his sister died of illness.

A few years later, he had a lot of money, he could buy a lot of medicines, and even bought an entire foreign hospital, but it was useless, and the hatred of fever was deeply rooted in his heart.

"Quick, quick, drive faster!" He gritted his teeth and urged the driver, eager to step on the gas pedal himself.

The coachman did not dare to breathe

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