Chapter 1299

I can't wait. Wen churan makes a call to Bai Yisi, but the servant answers it.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wen. The young master has a high fever and is in a coma. He can't answer your phone."

After hearing this, Wen churan was shocked and said, "high fever does not subside?!"

"Yes, Miss Wen, don't you know? I thought the young master had told you!"

Know a fart, these days she is bald and full of things in full bloom. She hasn't thought of Boyce at all.

I didn't expect him to be ill.

Wen churan asked, "why do you have a fever?"

The servant replied, "I should have been caught in the rain. The night before yesterday, the young master came back wet. It was pouring rain outside. He didn't take an umbrella. As a result, he caught a cold as soon as he came back. He began to have a fever yesterday and hasn't recovered yet."

The day before yesterday.

Wen churan suddenly remembered that he was really caught in the rain in order to pull her back from the cemetery the day before yesterday, and after returning to the presidential palace, he asked the servant to prepare a bowl of ginger soup for her, but he didn't drink it.

No wonder you catch a cold.

She was so confused that she didn't notice it at all.

I didn't expect that he would catch a cold and have a fever.

Wen churan couldn't help feeling annoyed and hurriedly asked, "have you seen a doctor? Have you taken your medicine? "

The servant said, "yes, the young master's body has begun to sweat. Don't worry, Miss Wen."

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Hot... The whole body is like being placed in a flame, burning fiercely.

Suddenly, it seemed that a piece of ice fell on his face, alleviating the burning pain.

Boyce lifted his eyelids hard and vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

The figure was surprised and said, "Mr. Boyce, are you awake?!"

Boyce's brain reacts quickly. The figure in front of him is Wen churan.

He was so familiar with her voice that he could be sure without much thought.

Bai Yisi forced himself to wake up. Seeing that Wen churan was really sitting by the bed, he was holding a wet towel and kept wiping the sweat drops on his forehead.

"How do you feel, Mr. Boyce? Is it still uncomfortable? Does it feel hot? Bear it first. It's a sign that the fever has gone down. " Wen churan talks a lot.

Boyce opened his dry lips, and his throat was like a piece of cotton. It was very difficult to make a faint sound.

"You... Why are you here?"

Wen churan explained, "I heard from the servant that you were ill, so I rushed to take care of you immediately."

"I... I don't need... Your care."

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Boyce. I don't mean anything else. You're sick because of me. I take care of you for granted. If you don't let me take care of you, I'll definitely die of guilt."

Bai Yisi closed his eyes tired and frowned. His mood seemed to become a little irritable. He said vaguely, "this body... Sick, too useless..."

"Ah?" Wen churan was stunned. She felt that there was something wrong with Bai Yisi's words. She couldn't say what was wrong.

"As long as you are a person, you will catch a cold and have a fever in the rain. This is a normal fact, unless you are an iron man, so it has nothing to do with Mr. Boyce's body. Don't think about it." Wen churan hurriedly comforted.

Boyce didn't speak.

Wen churan thought he was tired, so he said, "otherwise you can have a rest. I'll go out first and don't disturb you."