On the phone, after hearing what Sharon Allyson said, the private doctor spoke out, "Mrs.Proctor, this is mainly because of the wound infection inflammation.It aggravated the cold.

Do not worry.

As long as the inflammation goes down, basically there is no problem."

Sharon Allyson frowned, "Are you sure you he doesn't need to go to the hospital?"

"There's no need.But the medicine must be taken on time."

"He took them yesterday at noon and at night."

"This is strange.Theoretically, the situation should improve."

After a pause, he added, "Mrs.Proctor, have you changed the medication this morning?"

"...Not yet."

"Then please change it for Mr.Proctor again, and take another course of medicine afterwards, and if it's still like this in a couple of hours, I'll come over"

Sharon Allyson exhaled, "Okay, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, Sharon Allyson saw no sign of Jameson Proctor waking up, so she went out to make some porridge.

After picking up the water and putting it on the stove, she washed the sheets she had thrown in the washing machine yesterday, tidied up the living room, and when she was throwing out the trash, she caught a glimpse of some pills in the trash.

Sharon Allyson put the towel in her hand, squatted in front of the trash can, picked up the pills inside one by one, and went to get the pills the doctor prescribed for Jameson Proctor yesterday for comparison.

Sure enough, they were exactly the same.

Sharon Allyson's brow jumped and her fist clenched.

Long before Sharon Allyson called the doctor, Jameson Proctor woke up, opened his eyes and lay in bed for a while, heard the bedroom door being pushed open again and he immediately closed his eyes.

Sharon Allyson took the medical kit and sat down on the edge of the bed, took a small pair of scissors and slowly cut the gauze wrapped around his arm, gently and carefully changing his medicine.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came and Jameson Proctor grunted.

Sharon Allyson spoke slowly, "Awake?"

Jameson Proctor opened his eyes and looked at her, "What are you doing?"

"Changing your medicine."

Sharon Allyson unhurriedly loosened the gauze she had just tightened, "I see that your wound is quite inflamed, so I'll try to attack the poison with poison.Maybe it'll work."

and said in a deep

don't want this arm anyway, so it's better to

Jameson Proctor, "..."

no blood was seeping out.She continued to wrap

sat up and raised

with the porridge, put it on the bedside

Proctor waited for a few seconds, and when he didn't hear the door

room, Sharon Allyson was

the table and sat across from

even look up, "Thanks to you, I have a

raised his eyebrows slightly, and his thin

spoon in his left hand, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and looked

"Yes “

did the doctor

told me to get ready to die if I won't

Jameson Proctor, "...?"

trash can not far away and

Crap.

ignored him and looked down to

Proctor was in the wrong,

meal was

eating, Sharon Allyson washed her own bowl, got water and sat on

of water and sat next to her, and took out the medicine from the coffee table in front of

near identical actions and turned her head to glare at

looked subdued, and under her watchful eye, threw the medicine into his mouth and

turned his head, "What are you looking at me

Allyson grunted softly, withdrew her eyes, and took

and the sky was dark with little light.It was a good day to sleep at

her a little sleepy, and after a while, Sharon Allyson

out of the bathroom and saw the scene, and a smile

walked over to her, knelt down on

There was no response.

Proctor reached out

tried to swat his hand away, but

carried her into the bedroom, and put

of the cold medicine, Sharon Allyson slept soundly and did not

Jameson Proctor tucked her in, he lay down next

around his waist, rubbed herself

her forehead and

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