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.

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

Doctor, you can prescribe him some medicine,” Gale

the doctor could answer, the housekeeper 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

your name all night,

you in the middle of the night. I thought, if you stay here with Mr. Wood, if he can sense it, maybe he

had been calling her

heart had been hurting and

I’ll

Wood will definitely get better

could she have such

was just deeply

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

great if Mr. Wood could drink the

accompanied the doctor to

drink some powdered

Shawn began to whisper again. His brows were slightly

and his clothes were soaked

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.