C180 Not a competent mother

Yan Luoluo covered her mouth and carefully sat on the side of the bed. She saw that Yan Qingfan's face was as red as a cooked prawn, his lips were somewhat dry and cracked, making people's hearts ache for his.

Her hand lightly rested on Yan Qingfan's forehead. It was still a little hot, but it wasn't particularly hot.

"His condition has stabilized. This is the last pill