Sweet Sweet Love

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.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

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."

"Okay." Dr. Warren pushed the door open and went out.

She raised her hand and wiped her tears. Tears welled up and fell down. How could she fall asleep? She couldn't bear to look at Austin's thin chest. Her heart was stung and painful.

The man she loved was so seriously ill that there was almost no medicine to cure him! Austin might leave her at any time.

Yolande sat on the chair and cried for a while in a low voice. The man slept soundly.

She helped him put on his shirt and quilt. She lay on the edge of the bed and held his body with her arms. She couldn't help but feel sad.

When she graduated from University, she went to another city to study as a graduate student, while Aron stayed in the local university.

On the first day of her class, Yolande saw an old classmate, "Austin", a little exaggerated. They had talked more than ten words in the past four years.

"Are you also studying here?" Yolande was surprised. This introverted and inconspicuous boy was also so easy-going.

"Me too."

Yolande smiled and nodded, classwork being busy. Every night homework was written until zero o'clock in the morning. Due to the unfamiliarity and being busy, they didn't speak again. Yolande and Austin were smart and talented students in their class. She graduated with a master's degree and a successful academic performance.

At that time, Austin started his own business while studying. After graduation, he expanded the company in three years.

As soon as Yolande graduated, she married Aron.

Lying on the edge of the bed, Yolande shed tears silently. "Austin Boo... Hoo..."

It was late at night. She didn't feel sleepy and recalled a lot of things. The details of their relationship and his care for her.

They went to work hand in hand and took a walk hand in hand.

When it came to work, Yolande went to his office out of habit. Putting aside the important things at hand, Austin patiently explained them to her. After the explanation, the man gently flicked her forehead. "Will she?"

"Well, there is one more thing I don't understand." She stuck out her tongue and said shyly.

"Why don't you understand?"

Yolande frowned and thought for a while. "Why?" Austin explained it to her carefully, and then Yolande nodded thoughtfully. "I see."

Her face was buried on the white bed sheet, and tears were welling up in her watery eyes. A large area of the bed sheet was wet. Exhausted, Yolande fell asleep with the Austin in her arms. early morning

The birds were chirping outside the window. The temperature in the ward was suitable, and an arm was on his body.

Austin woke up and looked at the white ceiling. His body felt fresh. He moved and saw a white and delicate arm. "Yolande."

She looked sideways. The woman was lying on the edge of the bed, half of her face buried in the bed sheet, and some saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

It seemed that she didn't fall asleep until very late last night.

Last night, he faintly felt hot all over his body, and he didn't remember what happened afterwards. He didn't move because he was afraid of waking her up. Let her sleep a little longer.

The man's deep eyes were engraved with sadness. He tilted his head slightly and looked lovingly at the woman lying on the edge of his bed. She was sleeping on her side, and her eyes were swollen like peaches. He gently stroked her cheek with pity. He really wanted to get better and support her.

However, his body was not as good as day by day. He was afraid that he could not hold on for long.

When he decided to avenge her, he thought that he wouldn't be able to live for a few years and would do something for her in his remaining years.