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.

“I have already prescribed 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 hospital

Doctor, you can prescribe him

useless, whether it’s traditional or western medicine, as long as Mr. Wood drinks it, he will vomit. This trash can has been changed

Wood has been calling your name all

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

been calling

Shawn’s heart had been hurting and needed her to treat

nodded. “I see, I’ll stay here

Mr. Wood

have

just deeply concerned about

please prescribe the medicine again. I’ll

would be great if Mr.

housekeeper accompanied the doctor to get

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

to whisper again. His brows were slightly wrinkled,

lifted the quilt again, and his clothes were soaked with

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.