It was the dead of night.

Sebastian had a fever, as expected.

Juan looked at the thermometer reading 39.3 and his face contorted in distress. "Mr. Romero, perhaps we should head back to R City. You're not getting any better with all this running around."

Sooner or later, it would catch up with him.

Sebastian's face was flushed with fever. "What's the rush? This isn't a hospital. Go get some antibiotics and fever reducers."

Juan was speechless. He was about to say something else, but Sebastian gave him a cold look, leaving him no choice but to go find a doctor.

The doctor arrived with a nurse, and their faces turned serious. "His fever is too high. We need to give him some fever reducer and a drip."

Sebastian pursed his lips, his face etched with displeasure. "Prescribe some medicine."

The doctor tried to persuade him. "An IV will help you recover faster, it's always better than pills."

Sebastian remained silent, his stance unwavering.

"Why aren't you listening to me, patient?" The doctor was a little annoyed. "Your temperature is 39.2, if it keeps rising, you'll be burning up! Stop being stubborn."

"The conditions here are a bit rough, but it's for your own good. What's wrong with getting an IV?"

"You wouldn't be afraid of needles, would you?"

Sebastian stiffened, his gaze chilling as he glared at the doctor. "Keep your voice down."

"Prescribe medicine."

The doctor was intimidated by his chilling gaze, unsure what to say. "Who's the doctor here anyway? This is the first time I've seen a patient this aggressive."

He mumbled under his breath, but ultimately prescribed medicine.

However, the prescription slip was snatched away.

Everyone looked up. It was Daniela.

She couldn't sleep, the commotion outside had woken her up early.

Knowing that Sebastian’s biggest fear was needles, she thought for a moment before finally getting up.

He was injured because of her, and if something happened to him, she would owe Fernanda an apology.

Daniela took the prescription slip and looked at Sebastian. "Get an IV."

Sebastian: ...

Daniela ignored him and told the doctor. "Prescribe it according to the IV slip."

The doctor looked at Sebastian.

He kept his lips pressed together, not saying a word. But he didn’t refuse.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rewrote the prescription, reminding them, "The IV is one thing, but you need to protect your chest wound. Don’t exert yourself, if it keeps reopening like this, we won’t be able to save you."

Daniela furrowed her brow, glancing at Sebastian’s chest, remembering his gunshot wound.

However, she didn’t say anything else. She handed the prescription slip to Juan, saying, "Get the fever reducer and give it to him first, his temperature is too high."

Juan nodded and took the prescription slip to leave.

The nurse said, "The IV room is over there."

Sebastian didn’t move. "Get me a bed."

"Next to hers."

He pointed at Daniela.

The nurse frowned. "There are no beds available right now."

"Then add one next to her."

The nurse: ...

Daniela was speechless. "Wouldn’t it be easier for you to just go to the IV room? Don’t make things difficult for the nurse."

Sebastian glanced at her, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He seemed determined not to get the IV unless he got his way.

Are you a child?!

Daniela was getting a headache.

Why did he always act like a spoiled brat when it came to needles?

When he woke up from the car accident, she had to coax him every time he needed an IV. Now he was at it again.

Daniela could only turn to the nurse. "I think we can move some things around, there’s room for an extra bed in the ward."

What else could the nurse do? She had no choice but to agree, rolling her eyes as she went to add a bed for Sebastian.

Daniela glared at Sebastian, grumbling, "Happy now? It's just a needle. Why do you always make such a fuss?"

She admitted that needles were scary, and she didn't like them either, but it wasn’t as if she was repulsed by them.

He wasn’t a child.

A flicker of something crossed Sebastian's eyes, but his expression remained calm. "Piercing the skin and sticking a needle into your veins is inherently against human nature. Human genes have a natural aversion to it, isn't that normal?"

Daniela: ...

He was scared, no matter how eloquently he phrased it.