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

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

Mr. Wood has been calling your name all night, and

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

had been

heart had

I’ll

thank you so much! With you here, Mr. Wood will definitely get better soon!” the

could she have

was just deeply

the medicine again.

It would be great if

housekeeper accompanied the doctor to

he could only drink some

brows were slightly wrinkled, with

again, and

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.