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Chapter 1274
Tyler had passed out from a dangerously high fever. It was just a matter of time before he caught a fever with him
being drenched with the rain and standing in the cold wind for so long. He only had himself to blame for this.
Vicky stood by his bedside and looked anxiously at his pale face. She then turned toward the doctor who was busy
tending to him and asked, ’Doctor, why is he still burning up?"
"Well, he hadn't fully recovered when he went out to stand in the rain..." The doctor's face darkened when he saw
the temperature reading on the thermometer. "Not only is his temperature not coming down, but it's actually going
up, too."
Vicky felt her breath caught in her throat. ’Does he need to go to the hospital?’
The doctor shook his head. "No. The hospital will only hook him up with some IV drips like I'm doing now. Besides,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwe shouldn't put any more stress on his body..."
After a pause, he added sternly, 'Based on the current situation, I think it's best to use a traditional method of
lowering his body temperature. He can't go on burning like this.’
"What's going to happen if he continues to burn like this?" asked Vicky worriedly.
"At best, he might get mild pneumonia, but...’ The doctor sighed. "At worst, he might get brain damage."
"Brain damage?' Vicky glanced at Tyler and asked softly, "Do you mean he'll mentally degrade?"
"Well..." The doctor did not want to jinx anything, so he went about it in a roundabout way. ’There are some clinical
cases where patients exhibit mental retardation after experiencing a dangerously high fever, so it's best we
proceed with caution.’
A chill gripped Vicky's heart. 'He's lost his memory, and if he gets further brain damage...' She did not think any
further, so she distracted herself by cooling down Tyler by placing a cold towel on his forehead, replacing it with a
new cold one whenever the towel got hot.
After some time, Harry noticed Vicky's hands had become red and peeling from submerging them too long in the
cold water, so he took over the task of placing the cold towel on Tyler's forehead.
However, as soon as he got close, Tyler would struggle. It was as if he would not allow anyone else other than Vicky
to get close to him. Hence, Harry had no choice but to give back the cold towel to Vicky.
For the entire night, Vicky worked tirelessly to change the cold towels on Tyler's forehead, and her hard work paid
off as his body temperature finally came down when morning broke.
"Missus Hart, Mister Tyler's condition has stabilized. Why don't you leave him to me so you can rest?" Harry asked
softly.
Vicky was indeed tired, so she took him up on the offer.
"Okay," she said with a nod.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter she got back to her room, she showered and went straight to sleep.1 I'll need to continue to take care of Tyler
for the foreseeable future, so I can't give up now.'
Vicky had no idea how long she had slept as rapid knocks were heard on her door.
"Missus Hart, are you awake?"
She realized the sky outside had darkened when she opened her eyes. She looked at the time, thinking, 'Have I slept
for so long?'
She then quickly went to open the door. "Has Tyler woken up?"
"Yes. He insisted on seeing you, so I had no choice but to wake you up," answered Harry apologetically.
Vicky felt more invigorated after she heard Tyler had woken up. "When did he wake up?"
"Not long ago."
Vicky nodded and followed Harry to Tyler's bedroom.
Tyler was indeed awake. He was leaning against the headboard and looking at the sunset outside the window.
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