Burning Passion: Love Never Die

At the hospital

Wesley silently watched the girl lying in the hospital bed. She was put on a drip. He called Adalson.

“She has a high fever-39.8 degrees

Celsius. Her burn wounds are infected. She’s been put on a drip in the hospital.”

Adalson frowned deeply.

“39.8? Wow. She can’t even take care of herself? I’m busy these days. Hartwell just left the city and her parents…” He paused, let out a sigh and continued, “Wesley, please take care of her for me, for just a few days.”

Wesley looked up at the ceiling, baffled. After a moment’s silence, he promised, “Don’t worry, Uncle Adalson. I got this.”

down in a chair beside the

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at noon. She was full of life then, but now she Lay motionless in the hospital bed, with

she didn’t look that bad. The second time, she’d fallen into a

felt so helpless. Why didn’t she take

a moment, he stood up from his chair and grabbed a

applied the new ointment to

a little in her sleep, maybe because it stung. Wesley adjusted his technique and did it more tenderly

between his arm and hers.

as a baby

he took her

felt so soft and smooth. He had never felt anything like this. He totally lost himself in this

had come to the military hospital with his teacher to attend a medical seminar. It wasn’t easy to get a chance to attend that seminar, so he had hurried here. He heard from an acquaintance that Wesley was there too. He asked the ward number and came to see