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"Her rib cage had cracked open because of the pressure, which wasn't serious. The main reason is that she just had a miscarriage and her body was very weak, but she was soaked in cold water in this weather, her body was chills, and her high fever did not go down...... Whether she can wake up or not depends on her willpower. ”

As soon as the doctor's words fell, his collar was pulled up.

Before Ximen Longting could change his wet clothes, the fierce Liliang picked the doctor up high.

His pupils burned in the flames:

"Looking at her willpower, what else do you doctors need to do?"

"......" did everything the doctor could.

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

There were at least two dozen doctors in the room, all of whom looked at each other.

With a wave of Simon Long's hand, the doctor fell out, knocking down several doctors and rolling into a ball.

"What are you still doing? Anything that can be done to reduce her fever and make her sober, let me think of it! ”

All the doctors did not dare to come out, so they went out of the room with their crotches between them, and went to discuss a solution.

The room was instantly empty, and Jing Meiren fell asleep quietly on the bed, with a drip hanging on her arm.

But her thorn-stung hands were medicated and wrapped in bandages.

Ximen Longting's eyes were blood-red, and he walked to the side of the bed and looked at her deeply.

Take her hand and place it in the palm of his.

Every wound on her body was a scratch at his heart.

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

She couldn't leave, he wouldn't allow her to leave!

Wilson stood behind him, looking at such a young master, and felt very sad.

In such a cold weather, he was also soaked in cold water, and his whole body was soaking wet but he couldn't take care of himself.

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

Simon Longting's breathing became heavier and heavier, and suddenly the chair was crooked, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground!

Wilson immediately called for someone to come in and helped the fainting Simon Longting to bed-

After the child had a miscarriage, Ximen Longting didn't eat or sleep, and his mental condition was already extremely poor, and now he is sick, and his high fever is not lower than that of Jing Jiaren. It's just that Ximen Longting has a good physique and strong resistance, and when a bottle of potion goes down, his fever is reduced a lot.

Wilson understood the young master's thoughts, and asked people to put him in a coma by Jing Jiaren's side.

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

But for the first time, both of them were sick.

Ximen Longting's body was tired and heavy, and he hadn't slept well for several days, so he should have rested well in a coma.

But he kept dreaming of the picture of Jing Meiren diving.

I dreamed that she shook off his hand in a deep hole in the lake......

I dreamed that he could never find her again, and saw her sink into the deepest part of the lake.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

His chest was sweet, he choked and coughed to be sober, and a mouthful of blood was in his mouth.

Wilson, who was waiting on the side, immediately brought a tissue: "Young master." ”

Simon Longting spit it out, and Wilson looked shocked.

Ximen Longting's body was heavy, and his eyes wandered to find someone......

Wilson pointed to the side: "Young master, by your side." ”

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

"You've got a high fever, you're hanging potions, let's sleep a little longer...... Miss Jing, I will take care of it together. ”