As Dr Iason was unable to do anything for Ruo Han apart from changing ice packs, Shen Long decided to take matters into his own hands. They skipped lessons and the dragon god tended to Shen Long’s needs for the rest of the day.
“Oh? You’re here again. Where’s your handsome friend?” the cafeteria lady asked. It was near closing hours again and she’d grown used to seeing the odd pair come for special requests after dinner hours.
“He’s sick,” he told the household ghost who was concerned.
“I see… perhaps I should make him some broth and porridge. How did he get sick?”
Shen Long paused. “He ate something bad and is running a high fever now with no signs of lowering. Do you have spare ice packs?”
The motherly household ghost whipped up something simple for the dragon god spirit to eat whil
