After Austin taking the antipyretics, Austin's fever hadn't gone down yet. Yolande was anxious. The constant ticking sound broke the silence in the ward.
Dr. Warren frowned and looked serious.
Austin's condition was not optimistic. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for a long time. Seeing that Yolande kept wiping her tears, Dr. Warren didn't have the heart to say anything.
"Physical cooling. Mr. Austin is weak, he has already taken a lot of medicine, antipyretics can't be taken again."
It occurred to Yolande that the last time Austin had a fever, he didn't know what antipyretics she had taken. She had helped him lower his temperature physically, and the fever had gone down after midnight. She hurried to find ice cubes and cold water.
In the next room, Mark was sitting on an armchair with a serious look, while Dr. Warren was sitting opposite in a white gown.
Mark seemed to be ten years old in a few days. He was a well maintained old man originally. His skin turned black and thin now, and his spirit was decadent and his expression was melancholy.
"Dr. Warren, help my son."
"Mr. Mark, I... I've tried my best. " Dr. Warren lowered his head in embarrassment, feeling sad.
"If possible, I want to trade my life for his."
"He is still so young and unmarried."
"Mr. Mark, take care of yourself." Said Dr. Warren.
"Alas..." She wiped her tears.
He had experienced a lot of ups and downs in his life, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Now, looking at her son lying on the bed, Mark was afraid. The white haired man gave the black haired man away, which was so unfortunate that he had no way to change.
When Mark was young, he devoted himself to his career. When he got married, he was already in his middle age. After a year of free love and marriage, they had their only son, Austin.
Austin had inherited his parents' good genes since he was a child. It was easy to learn. He was even stronger than he was back then.
"Give him the best medicine."
"I can't buy the medicine Mr. Austin has in China. It has been imported from abroad." Said Dr. Warren.
Mark nodded.
"Has his fever gone down?"
"It's a little troublesome. Mr. Austin's immune system has declined, and the antipyretics don't work."
"Mrs. Yolande will lower his temperature by physical means. I hope it will work."
"Okay."
Yolande took off his shirt and was stunned. Her thin chest was like a dying wood. Looking at it, she was more aware of what it meant.
"Don't die, Austin You can't die... " Tears streamed down Yolande's face. Where was his strong body?
She wiped her tears, wiped his body with a cold towel, and put ice on his forehead.
Two hours later, his temperature slowly dropped. Yolande breathed a sigh of relief. Go and ask Dr. Warren to check on her.
"Dr. Warren, how is he?" Dr. Warren listened to his heartbeat and found that it was normal. Austin's face recovered a little. He slept better and his condition was temporarily stable.
"Mr. Austin's condition has stabilized for the time being. Mrs. Yolande, thank you for your hard work." With red eyes and thick nostrils, Yolande shook her head.
"I was scared to death!" With Dr. Warren around, she tried her best to hold back her tears.
"Have a rest, Mrs. Yolande. Call me if anything happens. I'm on duty tonight."
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