“Just a cold?”

The ex-archon checked your temperature with the back of his gloved hand.

“You’re burning up… I don’t think this is just a cold… please, rest while I make you some soup.”

Before you could protest, Zhongli was beckoning you into your bed, making sure you could lay comfortably. After a few minutes of him in your kitchen, he came back with a bowl of jewelry soup and an ice wrap. He smiled at you.

“You should rest. Take care of your body… I’ll stay to assist.”