Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 870

“Where’s Shawn?”

“Inside, go in and have a look.”

The master bedroom was very quiet. Only one lamp was turned on, and Shawn coughed from time to time.

The family doctor stood by, dispensing medicines and preparing infusions.

There were several trash cans next to the bed.

Gale walked to the bedside.

Under the dim light, Shawn’s complexion was extremely gloomy. His eyes were closed, his lips were ***, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

“Cold, cold…” he murmured unconsciously.

“Cold?” Gale subconsciously tucked the quilt up for him, then looked at the housekeeper. “Add another quilt and turn up the temperature.”

“It’s useless, ma’am. Mr. Wood will be hot again later.”

“Is that so?”

Gale frowned tightly.

a fever-reducing injection, and I will give him another infusion. If the fever still does not subside tonight, he will have to go to the

can

western medicine, as long as Mr. Wood drinks it, he will vomit. This trash can has been changed several times, and he vomits every time he

Ma’am, Mr. Wood has been calling your name

disturb you in the middle of the night. I thought, if you stay here with

been calling her

housekeeper said that Shawn’s heart had been hurting and

“I see, I’ll stay

here, Mr. Wood will definitely get better

have such great

just deeply

medicine again. I’ll feed him,”

if Mr. Wood

housekeeper accompanied the doctor to

current situation, he could only drink some powdered medicine, and he could not swallow

to whisper again. His brows

lifted the quilt again, and his

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.