Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 437: Best Actor

He’s got a fever!

Even someone as strong as Bo Yimo can catch a fever.

It must be because of the cold shower last night. In this cold winter, even if there’s heating indoors, a cold shower can easily lead to a cold.

Tong Yan immediately informed Little Nine to quickly get a doctor over.

His forehead was frighteningly hot, and if nothing was done, what if the doctor arrived too late?

So, Tong Yan resorted to the simplest method: manual cooling.

Although it was a bit crude, it was the most effective.

If it could bring the temperature down, that would be great.

Phooey! Phooey! Phooey!

What was she thinking!

Now was not the time to be thinking about that.

Her only concern now was what to do next.

Should she act like nothing happened and continue wiping him down? Or should she stop and wait for the doctor to arrive?

Out of concern for his health, Tong Yan decided to continue wiping him down.

Through her relentless efforts, Bo Yimo’s fever finally subsided a bit.

Tong Yan sighed in relief and was about to continue when she felt her hand being pulled. After a dizzying spin, she was pinned beneath Bo Yimo, who supported himself above her, leaving a space between them. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

She looked up and saw that Bo Yimo’s eyes were open, clear and alert.

Had his high fever gone down? Was he alright now?

Tong Yan was about to speak when Bo Yimo suddenly seemed to lose all his strength and collapsed onto her.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened.

"Miss Tong, the doctor is here, wha—"

The words were abruptly cut off.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Little Nine froze but quickly regained his composure, "Sorry, I didn’t see anything. Must have entered the wrong room."

Then, he left the room expressionlessly, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Outside, Little Nine held the doctor back, with inner sadness flowing like a river.

Miss Tong, didn’t you say the young master had a high fever?

The young master looks perfectly fine, nowhere near having a fever, and you’re both engaged in indescribable activities.

He really didn’t mean to.

Would the young master believe him if he said that?

At this moment, Little Nine imagined Africa waving at him.