Chapter 871: Jiaojiao…

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed hard, “If you’re not feeling well, go find a doctor.”

“Aren’t you one?”

“My house call fees are very expensive.”

Bo Yanching didn’t speak for a moment.

There were faint sounds of clothes rustling on his end.

It was unclear where he was, but besides the faint sound of wind, there was his heavy, suppressed breathing.

He seemed to be irritated by her words, yet helpless, letting out a long breath between his lips, “Jiaojiao…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s heart tightened, she bit her lip, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, my body is very hot, I probably have a fever.”

“Isn’t there anyone at home?

Ask them to get you some fever medicine.”

Bo Yanching’s voice became even more hoarse, “I’m not home, I’m still at Wang’s Tavern.

I opened a room temporarily, searched, but there’s no medicine.”

Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip harder.

She knew he had many friends.

He could have called someone over, surely he wouldn’t be left without even going to the hospital.

But his voice was very off, as if he was struggling to talk to her, his breathing was heavy, yet he was deliberately suppressing it, afraid to scare her.

“Me coming over wouldn’t make a difference…

I’ll call Yaen Chi.”

Bo Yanching paused for a moment, then laughed softly, not saying anything else, just agreed, “Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao hung up the phone first.

She felt very uneasy, indescribable, afraid that if her mind went blank she’d start overthinking, so she quickly called Yaen Chi.

Just then, Yaen Chi’s call came in.

She heard his anxious voice as soon as she answered, “Jiaojiao, why was your phone busy for so long?

I asked you to call me back, didn’t you see?”

Nan Jiaojiao replied hesitantly, “Bo Yanching said he’s not feeling well.

Are you at Wang’s…”

“I was just about to tell you about it.

Remember that woman you saw me with in the hallway?

She gave me a drink, there was something in it, and it ended up being drunk by Brother Yan.

He said he was fine, booked a room, and went to sleep.

But when I went back, I found the door locked, couldn’t reach him on the phone, and he wouldn’t open the door when I knocked.

Then I remembered that when I helped him, his body was really hot.

Now I’m looking for my ex-girlfriend to see if there’s an antidote.

Are you free, can you come over?

If it’s you, Brother Yan will definitely open the door.”

“Please, Jiaojiao, we’re really worried.”

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to say, if Yaen Chi couldn’t go, Mo Tingshen could, or anyone else, why did it have to be her?

But the words got stuck in her throat because of Yaen Chi’s last sentence.

If she kept hesitating now, it would truly be senseless.

“Okay.”

She hung up the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even dry her hair, grabbed the car keys, and went out.

She drove to Wang’s Tavern.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the room number, pressed the elevator, and went up to the designated floor.

She walked quickly, rushing to the room door.

The corridor was dimly lit, and Nan Jiaojiao, in her haste, didn’t check properly.

She raised her hand to knock, unaware the door was ajar.

Applying too much force, she stumbled inside.

She and the door fell against the wall, numbing her arm.

The room was very quiet.

The noise she made was deafening, and by rights, it should have woken anyone, no matter how deeply they slept, but there was still no sound.

“Bo Yanching?”

The room was small, with the window directly opposite the door.

The heavy outer curtains were open, with the sheer curtains drawn.

A window was open to the left of the floor-to-ceiling glass, allowing the cool night breeze in, slightly swaying the sheer curtains.

Bo Yanching was lying on the sofa under the window.

His eyes were closed, one hand resting horizontally on his forehead.