Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 36 What should she do if something happens to him?

"Mo Qian, wake up..."

Mo Qian kept his eyes shut, completely still.

Ji Wei’s heart immediately leapt to her throat, her tone turning frantic and unsettled. "Mo Qian, what’s wrong? Wake up, quickly!"

The bathroom was stifling and humid. Could he have fainted from lack of oxygen?

Ji Wei, knowing a bit about first aid, hurriedly reached out to pinch the spot between Mo Qian’s nose and upper lip, calling out anxiously, "Mo Qian, Mo Qian, wake up..."

Mo Qian furrowed his brows slightly, struggling with discomfort.

As he moved, Ji Wei suddenly noticed the uncovered part of his neck, where vivid red rashes had spread. It was terrifying to look at.

Ji Wei’s eyes widened in shock, goosebumps rising all over her body. She staggered, her foot slipping on the water stains, almost falling straight to the ground.

"Mo Qian, what’s wrong? Please wake up, okay? I’m Ji Wei..."

With a panicked expression, she squatted by the bathtub, disregarding how her sleepwear was being drenched by the spilling hot water. She tightly clasped her hands around his neck and spoke urgently, her voice trembling near his ear.

In Ji Wei’s mind, Mo Qian was like a god—invincible, immune to sickness, exhaustion, and certainly not prone to fainting like this.

He had always been dignified, elegant, and flawless.

But at this moment, seeing Mo Qian unconscious right before her, Ji Wei’s underlying fear grew stronger.

If something happened to Mo Qian, what would she do?

The bathroom was too damp and hot; Mo Qian’s current condition was unsuitable for staying in there.

Swallowing her fear, Ji Wei gritted her teeth and arduously lifted Mo Qian’s arm, placing it over her shoulder.

It took all of her strength to pull Mo Qian out of the bathtub.

His head rested heavily against her shoulder, his eyes tightly closed.

Ji Wei, barely sparing a thought about Mo Qian’s completely unclothed state, freed one hand and reached out with difficulty toward the towel rack.

Trying to prevent Mo Qian from slipping off her shoulder while simultaneously attempting to grab the towel hanging on the rack, Ji Wei stretched her arm as far as it would go, using every ounce of her strength. After several attempts, she finally managed to pull the towel down and draped it over Mo Qian’s body.

She let out a long sigh of relief, sweat beading densely on her forehead.

She bit down hard on her lip and summoned her determination, supporting Mo Qian’s six-foot frame step by painstaking step until she managed to get him out of the bathroom.

When she finally laid Mo Qian down on the bed, Ji Wei felt as if she were about to collapse herself.

Sweat covered her forehead, and damp strands of hair clung to her skin.

The towel on Mo Qian’s body hung loosely, barely covering the essential parts.

Ji Wei looked at him and noticed, for the first time, that the small red dots weren’t just on his neck. They had spread across his body as well, though they didn’t look as severe as the ones on his neck.

Her expression shifted, the confusion in her heart growing stronger and stronger.

What on earth was going on? Mo Qian had been perfectly fine before taking a bath.

She didn’t even pause to catch her breath. Grabbing her phone, she immediately dialed the Ji Family’s doctor.

It was the middle of the night, but the family doctor promised to come immediately. Still, Ji Wei knew that no matter how fast he drove, it would take over twenty minutes to get here.

Setting the phone aside, Ji Wei hurried back into the bathroom to fetch a dry towel and began gently drying Mo Qian’s damp hair.

Her breathing was still unsteady as she reached out, carefully wiping away the water droplets clinging to his jet-black, slightly tousled hair.

Mo Qian’s handsome features were unmistakably close to her now. His facial contours were still impeccably defined—thick, long lashes trembling faintly, a high-bridged nose, and his lips lightly pressed together. Even in his current state, Mo Qian’s appearance was strikingly attractive.

Ji Wei’s hand hesitated in mid-motion as she stared at his pale yet beautiful face, momentarily lost in thought.