Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 41 (pt. 3)

The low fever lasted two days.

By the third day, it started to subside.

Wei Qing felt some relief.

They even went for a short walk that evening.

But the relief didn’t last.

After another night, Sylvie’s temperature rose again, higher than before.

Temperature: 38.5°C
Health value: 69

Wei Qing felt a bit panicked.

“Where do you feel bad?” she asks.

“Dizzy, sore throat, no energy,” Sylvie says.

Wei Qing sets up an IV drip. Sylvie lies on the bed, dazed.

“Wei Qing, why are you sticking with me?” Sylvie asks.

“You have a fever,” Wei Qing says.

“I don’t,” Sylvie says.

Poor kid, she’s so feverish she’s delirious.

The girl on the bed pulls the blanket up.

Her flushed face looks redder.

She closed her eyes.

Wei Qing leans close.

Sylvie nuzzles her.

“I feel bad,” she says, then falls asleep after whining.

“…”

Wei Qing stares at her.

The girl sleeps quietly, a white towel on her forehead, looking peaceful, like a scene from the game where she’s about to die.

Wei Qing feels uneasy, almost scared.

She closes her eyes too.

Character: Sylvie

Health value: 66 (Feverish…)

Her chest heaves.

She sighs deeply, staring at the IV drip slowly trickling above the bed.

**

By the fifth morning, Sylvie’s temperature hit 39.5°C.

Wei Qing’s expression grew somber.

Her elbow hit the bedside table, making a sharp sound that woke the sleeping girl.

Something felt off.

Her panic grew, a bad premonition rising.

The high fever dulled Sylvie’s mind.

Her voice came haltingly.

“Master, didn’t you sleep?” she asks.

“I slept, just not long,” Wei Qing says.

Sylvie thinks for a moment; a faint smile crosses her flushed face.

“… You seem unhappy,” she says.

“You’re mistaken. Come, treasure, one more shot,” Wei Qing says.

Sylvie stays silent, then turns her head, resisting.

“Can I not get a shot?” she asks.

“No,” Wei Qing says.

“…”

**

On the sixth day, the thermometer showed 40.1°C.

This wasn’t normal.

Wei Qing’s expression turned cold; anger stirred inside her.

Don’t tell me this damn thing defies biology.

Injections and medicine don’t work?

The fever showed classic symptoms.

All treatment steps were correct.

But when correct treatments failed, that was the scariest part.

—If the game forced a scripted plot.

“Don’t sleep,” Wei Qing says.

“Why?” Sylvie asks, eyes closed, her burning cheek pressing against Wei Qing’s hand.

“It feels like I’m about to die,” Sylvie says.

“…”

Silver hair sticks to her flushed cheeks.

Her fever-brightened eyes shine vividly.

“If I really die, will you get a new slave?” Sylvie asks.

“No, you won’t die,” Wei Qing says, touching her dark circles, her expression panicked, her breathing rapid.

“…Don’t die,” she says.