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.

give him another infusion. If the

can prescribe him some

shook his head. “It’s useless, whether it’s traditional or western medicine, as long as Mr. Wood drinks it, he will vomit. This trash can has been changed several times, and he

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

over. Otherwise, I’m too embarrassed to disturb you in the middle of the night. I

been

said that Shawn’s heart had been hurting and needed her

see, I’ll

much! With you here, Mr. Wood will definitely get better

she have

was just deeply concerned about

please prescribe the medicine again. I’ll feed

if Mr. Wood could drink the

housekeeper accompanied the doctor

Shawn’s current situation, he could only drink some powdered medicine, and he could

Shawn began to whisper again. His brows were slightly wrinkled, with fine

the quilt again, and his clothes were soaked

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.