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."

said in a deep voice, "What effect can this

want this arm anyway, so it's better to recycle

Jameson Proctor, "..."

out.She continued to wrap the gauze around

Proctor slowly sat up and raised his hand to

Sharon Allyson came in with the porridge,

when he didn't hear the door close, he

room,

table and sat across from

didn't even look up, "Thanks to

raised his eyebrows slightly, and his thin lips curled

left hand, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and

"Yes “

did the

to die

Jameson Proctor, "...?"

subconsciously looked over at the trash can not far away and raised his hand to

Crap.

ignored him and

the wrong, so

was a quiet

Sharon Allyson washed her own bowl, got water and sat

water and sat next to her,

watched his near identical actions and turned her head

eye, threw the medicine into his mouth and tilted his head back to drink the

taking the medicine, Jameson Proctor turned his head,

Allyson grunted softly, withdrew her

was getting heavier, and the sky was dark

a while, Sharon Allyson yawned

Proctor came out of the bathroom and saw the scene, and a

down

There was no response.

out and

as she tried to swat his hand away, but she didn't

got up, carried her into the bedroom,

soundly and did not

tucked her in, he lay down next to her and pulled the person gently

her arms around his waist, rubbed herself against his chest, and found a

her forehead

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