Chapter 1142: Why Can’t I (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Meanwhile, in the castle.
The doctor examined Ye Sijue and checked his body temperature. His fever was up to 41 degrees Celsius. The fever remained even after injecting with an antipyretic.
Annie was worried to death. She was afraid Ye Sijue would burn up so she was almost never more than an inch away from him as he lay in bed.
The doctor tried his best and the fever subsided a little, but it was anyone guess as to when it would go away.
“If this keeps up, it’ll be very dangerous…” the doctor was troubled as he spoke.
“What should we do? Is there no other way?” Annie asked worriedly.
“We have already tried everything we can. The only thing we can do now is wait. Please do not disturb him while he rests. Fevers can be exacerbated by things such as mood and stress,” the doctor said.
Hearing that, Annie’s expression was stunned.
Could it be because she was getting engaged…
Annie sat at the side of the bed, holding Ye Sijue’s hand tightly. She placed the back of his hand against her face and she could clearly feel the heat emanating from his body.
She whimpered and asked the doctor, “So? What should we do now? Didn’t you say that it is dangerous for his fever to continue like this? Is it very dangerous? What’s the danger?”
“Well…” Seeing the way she was acting, the doctor knew he shouldn’t just tell her the truth.
Chris stepped forward, putting his hand on her shoulder to calm her down.
“Annie, don’t worry. The doctor will do his best to treat him. It’s just a fever. He’ll be fine.”
The doctor kept silent.
Anyone with common sense would know that a serious high fever could be life-threatening, especially ones above 41 degrees. A high fever was fatal.
Chris bent over and tried to hold Annie’s hand, as he said softly, “I had them prepare a hot soup. It’ll keep him warm. You also fell into the water so you should be careful too. It would be bad if you got sick too. Come on, go drink some hot soup.”
Annie avoided his hand and shook her head. “I don’t want to drink it. I’m really fine.”
She didn’t want to go anywhere if it meant leaving Ye Sijue.
Just then, a maid brought a fresh towel for Ye Sijue.
Annie reached out her hand and said, “Let me do it.”
The maid gave her the towel.
Annie went up to him. With the towel, she wiped the cold sweat on Ye Sijue’s face.
Her eyes followed her hand from his dashing eyebrows, to his tall nose, and then to his thin, sexy lips. She could feel new tears rising as looked down at him.
Even though she had known Ye Sijue for so long, she hadn’t scrutinized his facial features so carefully before.
When Annie wiped his mouth, she couldn’t help but remember how he had kissed her when they were in China.