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.

to it, the family doctor said, “I have already prescribed a fever-reducing injection, and I will give him another infusion.

can prescribe him some medicine,”

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

your name all night, and

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

had been calling

had been hurting and needed her to

see, I’ll

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

she have

was just deeply concerned

the medicine again. I’ll feed him,” Gale

if Mr. Wood could

accompanied the doctor to get the

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

whisper again. His brows were slightly wrinkled, with fine

quilt again, and his clothes were soaked with

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.