Female Novel
Chapter 1270
She struggled and moved a lot.
"I don't want to go to the hospital, just go home and get some sleep. I want to go home!"
Luther could barely hold her. This is the first time he has seen such a willful and lovely Joyce.
She was not afraid of the world, but she was afraid of the injection.
He stifled a laugh and wrapped the blanket tighter around her, "Okay, no shots, fill some medicine and
go home, okay? There's no allopathic medicine at home, this isn't Khebury's home, this is THE
CAPITAL."
"Hmm." She quieted down and continued to close her eyes.
Luther went to the 24-hour emergency desk, flashed his black and gold card, and soon, the emergencynovelbin
desk arranged for a doctor.
The nurse took Joyce's temperature and frowned, "40.5, a very high temperature. The doctor is already
waiting, you guys hurry inside."
He carried her to the separate VIP consultation room.
After listening to Joyce, the doctor said decisively, "She's had a cold for a few days, and there's a
murmur in her lungs that needs to be hooked up to water or it will develop into severe pneumonia. Now
the treatment can still be suppressed. If you change the child, I'm afraid you have to be hospitalized
immediately."
"This way, you can take her to the VIP ward first, there are beds there to rest and hang water. I will ask
the nurse to go to the ward and take a chest X-ray with a mobile X-ray machine. Then prescribe
medicine and hang water, you can not leave tonight, must stay in the observation. In the morning, the
temperature will drop below 38.5 before you can go home." The doctor took care of it.
"Yeah, got it." Luther gave Joyce a heartbreaking look.
It turned out that she was not feeling well and had been for a few days. I'm afraid she has been sick
since the Charlotte affair and has been carrying it hard until now. Even a person of iron cannot hold up,
no wonder she fell ill.
Fortunately, he insisted on coming to the hospital. A high fever over 40 degrees, if it triggered a spasm,
could not be handled at home at all.
Besides, it's worse when it develops into severe pneumonia.
He picked up Joyce and followed the nurse to the VIP holding room.
The detention room is large and the facilities of the private hospital are first class. It is like a high-class
room with a double bed and a small bar with a TV refrigerator.
After placing Joyce on the bed, he sat down next to her.
The nurse quickly brought in an X-ray machine, took a chest X-ray of Joyce, and brought in a fever
patch to put on her forehead.
When the nurse had left, Luther intended to take Joyce's uniform off. He had just carried her all the way
in, wrapping her in a blanket, not wanting to be too conspicuous. After all, most people watched the
press conference today.
He unbuttoned her chest.
First she took off one arm, then looped her neck and took off her other arm. It was quite a struggle to
take off her clothes, as she was not cooperative. He surprisingly panted slightly, I don't know if it was
because he was tired or because she was in front of him, too tempting, tantalizing him every moment.
When he was about to pull down her pants.
She alertly grabbed her belt, opened her eyes, and her whole body straightened up like a hedgehog,
"What are you doing? Where is this place? Why are you taking off my clothes? What time is it that you
still have those things in your head! It's unbelievable!"
Luther, "..."
When did he think about those things?
He didn't know how to answer her continuous questioning.
"Good boy, let's change you into your hospital pajamas. Your clothes are too eye-catching." He coaxed
in a soft voice.