I love my parents, but sometimes they are weird. When I was in primary school, I once had a light fever of around 37.6 degrees at night. I expected that my parents would take me to the hospital. However, my dad checked my temperature and said to me 'You know what's the best cure for fever? It's sweating.' He urged me me to run on the treadmill we had in our house, and after running for nearly half an hour, I was sweating heavily. I then took a hot bath and went to bed. The next day/ The day after, I felt better but they took me to the hospital just in case. The doctor heard what happened last night and got angry. My dad eventually learned his lesson in this way.