Chapter 63

Chapter 63

He carried her to his soft giant bed, gently laid her down, rested her

white slender legs on his knees, took

off the slippers on her feet for her, then helped her lie down and

covered her with the quilt.

Not long after, Jamie soon arrived.

He brought the medical kit and after taking Joyce's temperature and

listening carefully to her lungs, he

frowned, "The fever can be quite serious. Her breath sounds in her

lungs are heavy with rales and there must be an

infection in the lungs. What did she do today?"

Luther returned, "She jumped into a canal today and saved a man from

drowning.’

Then she went with him to the 704th Army Hospital, caught a cold, and

did not change her clothes in time.

Finally, she went to the supermarket and made dinner when they came

back. It had been a really long day.

He blamed himself for he failed to notice just how exhausted she must

have been and let her do all the

things.

Jamie removed the stethoscope from his ear, “No wonder, it's choking

pneumonia.

“Is it something serious?" Luther's face changed.

"Not really. Only a small amount of water, and the water is relatively

clean. The human respiratory tract has

some ability to heal itself and is able to expel and absorb water. I give

her an antibacterial and a fever-reducing

injection. She should get better in a week or so. If she still has a

persistent high fever of over 40 degrees in the

morning, she will need to go to the hospital for oxygen therapy.”

Jamie finished, took the injection from the medical kit, and lifted the

sleeve of Joyce's left arm.

Joyce had fallen asleep in a daze and felt a tingling in her arm as she

drifted off. She frowned gently and

fell back to sleep.

After the injection, Jamie packed up the medical kit, explained to Luther

how she should take her

medication, and finally asked, "Mister, do you have any ice packs at

home?"

Luther nodded, "Yes."

"Put ice packs on her forehead repeatedly, and rotate them a little more

diligently. Physical cooling is more

effective.” Jamie handed the medicine to Luther, "I'l go first, call me if

things are not right, also call me if her

temperature gets over 42 degrees or she would have trouble

breathing.’

After Jamie left.

Luther took some ice packs out of the freezer and took a small portable

refrigerator to the head of the bed.

He placed the ice packs on Joyce's forehead and placed the rest of the

ice packs in the portable mini-fridge.

Joyce, who had been sleeping hard and wriggling around all the time,

felt the cool and refreshing sensation

and quiet down instantly.

Luther sat on the edge of the bed, looking at this usually cold and

arrogant girl, who now showed all her

delicateness to him. Her lips were a bit pale, her cheeks abnormally

scarlet, and her long eyelashes left a fan-

shaped shadow, like a fragile porcelain doll.

He reached out and smoothed out her lightly furrowed brow, and

couldn't help but stroke across her

flawless cheek, which felt just so soft, smooth, and delicate.

It was hard to imagine, how the hero in the day who could jump into the

river without hesitation would end

up like this at night.

It was chaotic in the morning and he was in a hurry, and now he had

the chance to think about it.

That scene deeply shocked his mind.

I never knew a woman could have such a powerful personality.

Joyce suddenly felt the warmth close to her, and she instinctively

leaned toward the source of warmth. At

first, she just hugged his arm and then curled up in his arms.

He felt extremely relieved to see her sleeping.

Luther could not bear to push her away and simply lay down beside

her, letting her rest in his arms.

In the light, he could see her slightly open collar, and her glowing snow-

white yet at the same time pinky skin.

She felt soft, yet his breath was a little tight. There was a surge of heat

that came up and rubbed off, and

the temperature of his body went up.

Taking a deep breath and holding himself together, he turned on his

side and took out a new ice pack from the bed for her to replace the old

ones.

She was still burning hot.

The instant coolness didn't sit well with Joyce, and she dazedly moved

her leg, hung onto his lap, and went back to sleep.

Luther grunted and hurriedly took hold of her other foot that had been

in some weird position.

She's really too good at finding places to put her leg...