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... ’s 36.5 degrees Celsius. He doesn’t have a fever!”
Richelle nodded, sat down askew on the edge of the bed, and gently lifted the blanket, “Timmy, auntie will take your pulse. Give me your hand.”
The young master seemed somewhat reluctant, fumbling around in his bedcovers for a long time before slowly extending his little hand from under the blanket.
Richelle meticulously examined his pulse with a serious expression. Once she confirmed that his pulse was normal and steady, sh ...
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