The young man saw Jas Black coming down at this mont, sowhat surprised.
"Brother Strongman, is there sothing going on?" The young man opened his mouth, the thick sll of wine was overwhelming, indicating he had drunk quite a bit tonight, yet he showed no signs of drunkenness, suggesting his drinking capacity must be quite good.
The young man walked toward Jas Black, raising his hand to rest on Jas Black’s shoulder, "How was tonight’s spring feast? Was it ecstatic?"
As the young man spoke, his words were accompanied by a lewd laugh.
"She seems to have a fever." Jas Black, ignoring the clarity in his heart, asked, "Do you have a thermoter?"
"A fever?" The young man withdrew his hand from Jas Black’s shoulder, "This woman is really a killjoy, isn’t she? Or perhaps, Brother Strongman, you tornted her enough to scare her sick with your prowess?"
Jas Black ignored the dirty words, not answering the young man but instead looking at the mute aunt, asking for a thermoter again.
Only then did the mute aunt react, nodding and walking a few steps to take an electronic thermoter from the drawer underneath the TV and handed it to Jas Black.
Jas Black took it, quietly thanked her, and then headed upstairs.
"Let’s go and have a look together." The young man said to the mute aunt, and the two followed Jas Black upstairs.
Jas Black was anxious, so he climbed two steps at a ti. Inside the room, Jane Sampson was still asleep, seemingly unaware she was ill.
After falling asleep, she was very quiet, except that her face carried an abnormal blush and temperature.
By the ti the young man and the mute aunt also entered, Jas Black had already asured Jane Sampson’s temperature.
It was a high fever of over 39 degrees.
The young man peeked and the first thing he saw was the woman lying in the bed with the quilt covering up to her chest. Her clothes couldn’t cover the collar, and there were red marks everywhere, so deep, so shallow, extending from behind her ear towards the part her clothes covered, seemingly elusive.
The young man’s eyes lit up, and he whistled, "Brother Strongman, seems tonight went pretty well~"
Hearing the voice behind him, Jas Black turned his head and said to the young man, "She needs to be sent to the hospital; the fever may be caused by the injury on her arm."
"Send to the hospital? Brother Strongman, you’re kidding , right?" The young man’s voice suddenly raised, "This is Jane Sampson, who doesn’t know her nationwide? If you send her to the hospital, do you believe you won’t be able to co back! She’s just a woman, you’ve tasted her, if she can withstand it, she lives, if she becos an idiot from the fever, just dispose of her. Who would be foolish enough to send her to the hospital?"
The mute aunt shouted a few tis beside him and made so gestures.
The young man helped translate, "The mute aunt says there are antipyretics downstairs, just feed her a couple; if they work, fine, if not, then whatever."
Jas Black’s mind had only one sentence, that is, no.
Jane Sampson is weak, with a high fever and an injured arm, making it hard to recover on her own.
Taking so ordinary antipyretics would not help Jane Sampson’s situation much, especially since her body was already weaker than ordinary people and now has an injury.
He feared the longer he waited, the worse it would beco.
"Aren’t people outside already assuming she’s dead?" Jas Black said, "In that case, what’s there to worry about? I want to take her to the hospital for a fever-reducing injection, and have the injury on her arm checked."
"Right, people outside already think she’s dead, but her face, who doesn’t recognize it? If you take her out and people see her face, it will definitely cause a stir, attract others’ attention, so I don’t allow you to take her to the hospital."
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