"Miss Martin is very weak. She caught a cold in the wind, but her fever is not very severe." The family doctor breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just take some antibiotics and take good care of her."
Hank looked ghastly, his eagle-like eyes- were fixed on Dr. Livingston, "Then why isn't she awake yet?"
The family doctor shuddered and said slowly,
"Miss Martin has congenital immunodeficiency disorders, so her sickness tend to be more serious than the others. She must have received careful nourishment with good medicine when she was young. Otherwise, she may not have been alive at this age. Later, when she stopped taking the medicine, the deficiency in her body began to cause trouble..."
When Sara was staying with the Lowell family when she was a child, there were people who cared about her health. Naturally. there was medicine that could ease her conditions. However, after she went to the Martin family, no one cared about her and she was forced to do the chores.
For so many years, it was only Sara cared about herself.
Hank was expressionless, no one knew what he was thinking about. After a long moment, he said, "Prescribe the medicine."
The family doctor answered quickly and didn't dare to delay. He prescribed the medicine and came over.
The servant helped Sara up and whispered, "Miss Martin, you have to take medicine."
Sara was still in a coma, so she would not respond to it for sure.
The family doctor coughed and said, "You can just put it into her mouth and she will swallow it herself."
The servant looked at Hank cautiously, seeing that he did not object, she carefully fed Sara the medicine.
Sara swallowed the medicine obediently, but perhaps her esophagus was too thin, she suddenly coughed violently.
The servant was shocked and hastily patted Sara on the back. Everyone in Angelfalls knew for a fact that Master Bishop doted on Miss Martin. If anything happened, she would not be able to take responsibility!
Hank's eyes were gloomy. Just as he wanted to reach out to hold Sara in his arms, Sara stopped coughing, but her pale cheeks finally had some color due to the cough. The blush in her delicate face looked like a hint of cherry blossom in purely white snow, making Sara look beautiful in a sickly way.
"Let Miss Martin rest for a while, the fever will be gone shortly." The family doctor said.
Hank waved his hand, indicating them to leave the room. After that, there were only Sara and Hank in the room.
Sara's breathing was shallow as if it would stop at any time. She was lying on the bed, without any trace of liveliness.
Hank sat on the bed, looking icy. He crossed his arms and stared at Sara coldly. He sneered, "Since you are so afraid of me, just go back to your Martin family after you wake up."
Of course, Sara would not answer.
Hank's voice was so cold that it was like the cold wind with snow particles from the north, "Sara, you'd better wake up quickly."
Perhaps she had heard someone calling her name in a daze. Sara groaned and turned her body, her pale little face was facing Hank.
Hank tilted his head and coughed, "Are you awake?"
Sara had no response.
Hank raised his eyebrows, reached out and pinched her cheek and found that she was not awake. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he had a strange guilty conscience.
Not long after taking the medicine, Sara began to sweat, and her clothes were sticking to her body. In addition, she was burning, making her feel very uncomfortable. She reached out to pull her clothes but failed, so she could only curl up and began to whimper softly.
Hank was speechless. Such a clingy girl.
He stood up and found a loose nightdress from the wardrobe. When he was about to go out and order the servants to change Sara's clothing, he couldn't help but feel irked at the thought of others seeing Sara's fair body. The thought made him even more gloomy and icy.
On the bed, Sara was sobbing in distressing intervals. Hank pursed his lips and closed the door. Then, he strode off to the bed and looked down at Sara for a long moment before he held her in his arms. Sara immediately found something she could lean on and snuggled into his arms desperately. She even sobbed again and the tears on her tender cheeks fell on Hank's neck.
.." Hank was stunned. He patted her head to calm her down. Then, he reached out to unbutton her clothes.
Sara was wearing a thin mint green blouse, which looked very fresh and elegant, making her skin look even more smooth and fair. She was like a warm precious jade that had been immersed under the ground for tens of thousands of years, making people feel warm in an instant.
Hank lowered his gaze as he unbuttoned her blouse. Feeling a sudden coldness, Sara hugged his neck and hid herself in his embrace.
Hank pinched her cheek and said in a fierce voice, "Kid, You'd better not seduce me. Otherwise, I'll go all the way with you now."
Sara felt scared instinctively. She snorted and did not dare to move again.
Hank put on her nightdress for her. He suddenly let out a laugh and said, "I actually hope you can move a little more."
Sara was lying on the bed innocently, did not know what was happening.
Hank breathed a sigh of relief and touched her forehead, discovered that her temperature was dropping.
Bella pushed the door open and came in. He said, "Sir, it's ready."
Hank asked, "What is ready?"
Bella was at a loss, "Didn't you say that you would send Miss Martin back to the Martin family?"
"..." Hank narrowed his eyes, "When did I say that?"
"Just..." Bella paused. Looking at Hank's displeased expression, he changed his words in an instant, "You didn't say anything. It's my mistake, I was mistaken."
Hank replied, "Well. Cancel all the video conferences scheduled before."
Bella glanced at Sara and nodded, "Okay."
"By the way." Bella was reminded of something suddenly, "Miss Dior is outside. She said that Madam had asked her to come and visit Miss Martin."
Hank sneered, "I guess she is here to see whether this kid died in my hand." He slowly stroked Sara's wrist bone and said softly, "Kick her out."
Bella had already guessed that answer, so he was not surprised and did as he was told.
Rose Dior was so embarrassed that she said, "...It was grandmother who asked me to come!"
Bella smiled faintly and said, "Miss Dior, I told Master Bishop about what you had said, but Miss Martin is having a fever now, she really doesn't have any time to see you."
Rose clenched the corner of her blouse and forced a smile, ". .Well, then you take good care of Sara, I'll get going."
Bella looked at her back and said casually, "In fact, Miss Dior, don't worry. Master Bishop is pampering Miss Martin, so she will be just fine."
Rose stopped walking and said, "...I see."