"Where's Shawn?"

"Inside, go in and have a look."

The master bedroom was very quiet. Only one lamp was turned on, and Shawn coughed from time to time.

The family doctor stood by, dispensing medicines and preparing infusions.

There were several trash cans next to the bed.

Gale walked to the bedside.

Under the dim light, Shawn's complexion was extremely gloomy. His eyes were closed, his lips were white, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

"Cold, cold..." he murmured unconsciously.

"Cold?" Gale subconsciously tucked the quilt up for him, then looked at the housekeeper. "Add another quilt and turn up the temperature."

"It's useless, ma'am. Mr. Wood will be hot again later."

"Is that so?"

Gale frowned tightly.

Next to it, the family doctor said, "I have already prescribed a fever-reducing injection, and I will give him another infusion. If the fever still does not subside tonight, he will have to go to the hospital for further treatment."

"Does medicine work