Frowning, Dylan asked curiously, "What?"
Carter shook his head, "I don't know."
Dylan took the bag and saw a music box and a receipt inside.
When he took it out of the bag, Dylan found that the music box was kept by his grandmother. He had been thinking about taking it back, but he had no time.
How could she bring him back?
The receipt was a donation receipt. Pearl's name was written on the paper.
She didn't go home in the middle of the night just to donate money?!
"Sir, the antipyretics is ready." Belle poured the ground powder into the hot milk, stirred it, and handed it to Dylan.
But Cassie was too weak to speak, let alone drink milk. Dylan had just fed her a mouthful of milk, but she refused to open her mouth. All the milk fell on her neck.
Dylan scooped up a spoonful of milk, raised her chin and was about to gulp the medicine down.
He put the milk aside irritably and took out the thermometer under her armpit. 39. 8?!
Why did she have such a high fever? Was it because of the morning?
Dylan sighed secretly and told Carter, "Carter, inform Leon Gu to come here."
Carter nodded with a smile, "Yes."
It was getting late. Dylan rubbed his temples and said, "You can leave now."
Belle nodded and walked out with Cheryl.
In the corridor, Cheryl said, "Belle, it's the first time that I have seen Mr. Dylan takes care of others so carefully."
Belle smiled, "Mr. Dylan looks cold on the surface, but in fact he is very sensitive."
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In the bedroom, Cassie was lying on the soft and warm Simmons bed. She couldn't drink the milk, so Dylan fed her patiently by kissing her.
Perhaps it was because she felt the warm liquid between her lips and teeth that wrapped her burned lips, Cassie began to slowly swallow the milk.
In this way, Dylan finished feeding her a glass of milk.
Cassie's hand was still exposed, and the pink scar was very conspicuous on her white arm.
It reminded him of the knife she had taken for him.
The wound had scab, leaving only a faint pink layer.
Dylan put her hand back into the quilt.
Taking a look at the girl lying on the bed, Dylan ordered, "Help me check the Paradise Nursing Home."
Simon nodded, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Dylan looked at the music box on the bedside table.
He walked to the bedside and opened the music box again. A clear and familiar voice rang in his ears again. A moment later, Dylan closed the music box and took out the velvet box with a hair band from the drawer. He put them in the study's safe.
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Half an hour later, there was another knock on the door.
"Sir, Doctor Gu is here."
Dylan looked up at Leon Gu and put the computer aside. He stood up and said, "You're here?"
Leon Gu nodded.
Leon Gu was a 27 year old private doctor who graduated from one of the top medical schools in the world. He was also a famous figure in the medical field.
Leon Gu smiled in surprise and said, "Dylan, why did you call me here in the middle of the night?"
Dylan looked at Cassie and said, "She's sick and has a fever."
Only then did Leon Gu notice the woman lying on the bed. He was a private doctor and didn't inquire about the privacy of his boss.
So he didn't ask more. He just smiled awkwardly, opened the medical kit and said seriously, "She has a fever?"
"Yes."
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