"The fever has subsided, why is she still awake?" Mike stayed by the bed for more than an hour. Seeing that Qin Anan's fever subsided, he asked the doctor.

The doctor walked to the bedside and lifted Qin An'an's eyelids with his hand.

"Miss Qin is probably... sleeping."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you sure her life is not in danger?"

Doctor: "This...I can't say for sure. Unless you take Miss Qin for a detailed body examination..."

Qin Anan was probably frightened by the doctor's words, so she opened her eyes.

"Miss Qin, you're awake!" The doctor saw her awake and immediately said, "I just gave you a fever, how are you feeling now?"

Qin Anan glanced at the doctor, then looked at Mike.

"You have a fever. I don't know how you got a fever. It's not cold!" Mike muttered.

"It may be a bacterial or viral infection, not necessarily a cold," the doctor said.

"Well, it's hard for you to make a trip. I'll take you out." Mike said.

"No, no. Take care of Miss Qin! If you have any questions, please call me at any time." After the doctor said politely, he left.

After the doctor left, Mike used Qin An'an's water glass to get her a glass of warm water.

"The doctor said you should drink more water."

Qin Anan looked at the water handed by Mike coldly, and his body remained motionless.

"Why don't I get you a straw so you can drink while lying down." Mike accommodated her in every possible way.

"What time is it?" she said, her voice hoarse as if it was from another person.

"It's past nine o'clock now. I came to call you for breakfast in the morning and found you had a fever." Mike put the water glass on the bedside table. "Fortunately, the fever is gone, but you are sweating, why don't you go take a shower?"

Qin An'an's thoughts gradually returned to his mind.

"Where's the photo?" There was nothing in her hand.

She remembered that she was holding the photo.

"The photo is in the living room... What are you looking at the photo for? What if you faint again?" Mike didn't plan to get the photo for her, "Why do you think the photo is real? If Fu Shiting really died , was cremated, so why didn't you send Fu Shiting's ashes? Didn't you say that the ashes can also be tested for DNA?"

Mike's words made Qin An'an's dull eyes shine a little bit.

"Qin An'an, why are you such a smart person being fooled around by two photos? Now I can be sure that the person who sent you the photo should be in country B. So Fu Shiting should be in country B regardless of life or death. Before you Your guess may be right. Just follow your previous plan and continue to investigate..."

Qin Anan listened to his words, and immediately lifted the quilt and sat up.

"You drink water first." Mike picked up the water glass and handed it to her, "I checked the sender's information on the courier bag yesterday. The address is a garbage station, which will be closed at the end of this year, and now there are no staff there."

"Mike, you just said why I'm being played around...because I care about him. The photo could be real or it could be fake. But as long as there's a one percent chance it's real, I I can't accept such a result." Qin Anan drank the water in the water glass after giving an explanation, "but you reminded me that even if he dies, I have to see his ashes with my own eyes. Only he can be sure that he is really dead."

"It's not just two pictures to pronounce a person dead!" She put the water glass on the table, then walked to the closet and took out a clean set of clothes. JrNovels.com