"Huh?" Amanda froze for a few seconds before she responded. She hurriedly got up, "Are you okay?"

Joan said, "No."

Touching the collar of his bathrobe, she noticed that the skin exposed was red. She hurriedly turned around, and said, with her back to him, "Hurry up and get dressed. I'll take you to the hospital."

With that, she walked quickly out of the room, while saying as she closed the door, "I'll meet you at the door."

The door to the room closed with a click. Joan sat down on the floor and did not get up immediately. He was a little unconscious and just felt hot. It was clear that the air conditioning was sending out a cool breeze. He tugged at his collar and stood up holding down the sofa, then picked up the phone on the table and called Amanda.

The call was soon answered.

"Amanda, you go back and rest. I'm fine." Joan said.

He walked over to the mirror, feeling that he was really woefully out of shape in this state.

He didn't quite want Amanda to see him in such an abnormal state.

Joan didn't know what was going on with him, but Amanda could see it. How could Atwood just coax Hilary over and not do anything else?

"I'm at ..."

to say that she was waiting for him at

phone onto the bed and went to the bathroom. He felt the heat on his body almost consume him and he

kept falling from the shower and

called him back. But when the

sound of the rushing water drowned out the ringing of the

Joan,

the hotel door was closed, it

had to ask for help

the reason, "We have rules in the hotel that we are not allowed to give out guest information. We can't open

danger." Amanda spoke coldly, "If he dies, are you

a responsibility she couldn't afford, and it was

manager,

hurry up."

receptionist called and asked for the manager's opinion. With

opened and

room was silent. She

there was

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