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"One of her ribs was cracked due to the pressure in her chest. This is not serious. The main reason is that she had a miscarriage. She is very weak, but she soaked in cold water in this weather. Her body is cold and her high fever does not go down... Can she wake up?

Come on, it depends on her willpower."

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he was grabbed by the collar.

Before Ximen Longting could change his wet clothes, a violent force lifted the doctor up high.

His pupils are burning with fire:

"Looking at her willpower, what else does your doctor need to do?"

"..." The doctor did everything he could.

"If she dies, you all come to me with your heads high."

There were at least twenty doctors in the room, and they all looked at each other.

Ximen Longting waved his hand, and the doctor fell out, knocking down several doctors and rolling them into a ball.

"What are you still standing there for? Let me think of any way to lower her fever and make her sober!"

All the doctors did not dare to express their anger, so they left the room with their crotches tucked under their pants to discuss a solution.

The room suddenly became empty, Jing Jiaren was sleeping peacefully on the bed, with an intravenous drip hanging on her arm.

But her hands that were pricked by thorns were covered with medicine and wrapped in bandages.

Ximen Longting's eyes were blood red. He walked to the bed and looked at her deeply.

He took her hand and placed it in his.

Every wound on her body was cutting into his heart.

He gently buried his head, held her hands in front of his face, like a devout believer, suppressing the overwhelming sadness in his body.

She can't leave, he won't allow her to leave!

Wilson stood behind him, feeling very sad looking at the young master like this.

In such a freezing weather, he also soaked in cold water. He was soaked but couldn't take care of himself.

Every breath in the body is hot, as if hot oil is flowing in the blood vessels.

Ximen Longting's breathing became heavier and heavier. Suddenly, the chair tilted and there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground!

Wilson immediately shouted for someone to come in and helped the fainted Ximen Longting to bed——

After the miscarriage of the child, Ximen Longting refused to eat or sleep, and his mental state was already very poor. Now that he became ill, his fever was no lower than that of Jing Jiaren. However, Ximen Longting had a good constitution and strong resistance. After a bottle of medicine,

His fever dropped a lot.

Wilson understood the young master's thoughts and asked someone to place him in a coma next to Jing Jiaren.

One on the left and one on the right, the two of them were holding potions.

It was the first time that both of them were sick.

Ximen Longting's body was tired and heavy. He hadn't had much sleep in the past few days. He should have had a good rest while he was in a coma.

But he kept dreaming about Jing Jiaren diving.

Dreaming about her throwing away his hand in a deep cave lake...

He dreamed that he could never find her again and watched her sink into the deepest part of the lake.

"Cough cough cough..."

His chest felt sweet, he coughed and woke up, and a mouthful of blood was in his mouth.

Wilson, who was waiting on the side, immediately brought a tissue and said, "Master."

Ximen Longting vomited it out, and Wilson was shocked when he saw it.

Ximen Longting's body was heavy and his eyes were wandering, looking for someone...

Wilson pointed to the side: "Master, I'm by your side."

Ximen Longting turned his face sideways and looked at Jing Jiaren's still pale and sleepy face. His fiery right hand held her left hand and placed it on his chest.
Chapter completed!