My father is still having a fever, and I am washing it with warm water and applying ice packs to cold it.

I have been back and forth, changing more than 10 ice packs, but the body temperature still can't go down.

I can't say anything tonight. If the fever goes away tomorrow, try to make up for it in three chapters, sorry.

Today is the 55th day of the hospital, and the fairy has not left the bed an inch, and he still doesn't know the specific time when he is discharged.

The most painful thing is that I can't see hope, but I have to smile and give hope to others.