Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 477 Sick

"Whitney, you can't sleep like this, you're soaked through."

I gently touched her head and realized her forehead was burning. How foolish she was, so consumed by love.

Since I'm pregnant too, I couldn't act too hastily. I called for a maid to help clean her up and change the sheets.

By the time the family doctor arrived, Whitney was feverish and delirious.

Her usual pale complexion had turned bright red.

"Who are you?" I asked, staring at the unfamiliar face. It wasn't Dr. Laurence. He appeared to be in his thirties, with an unremarkable face.

Given my past experiences, I've become wary whenever I see unfamiliar faces. Carter's voice interrupted my thoughts, "He's Dr. Mervin. Don't worry, he's one of us." His reassurance eased my worries, and I went on to explain Whitney's condition to him. "She must have caught a cold from being out in the rain. The fever is quite high."

He took out a thermometer, but I insisted, "I'll do it."

"Alright, I'll check her pulse. It could be more than just a cold."

"Dr. Mervin, are you a holistic doctor at such a young age?"

"Yes, I've learned a little."

People these days are becoming more humble, especially when holistic medicine is becoming more popular, even in a world dominated by modern medicine.

I hurried to get him a chair, and as soon as his fingers met Whitney's pulse, she suddenly grabbed his wrist in her delirium.

Before any of us could respond, she sat up and clung to Dr. Mervin.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he motioned for me to be quiet.

It hit me that Whitney's condition wasn't just a fever, but also a psychological issue. I quickly kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt. Whitney's fever was raging, and she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to Dr. Mervin's neck as tears streamed down her face.

"Taylor, I knew you weren't gone," she whispered through sobs.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Love can be so painful. She could easily take the medication to move on, yet she chose to endure this suffering instead of letting go of the past.

Dr. Mervin didn't try to move her or intervene, simply allowing her to release her emotions.

mumbled a lot of words under her

"Yes, I'm here."

those few words, Whitney finally loosened her grip and drifted back

and said, "Dr.

nodded, "Let me check

for his assessment. Once he pulled his hand away, I couldn't hold back and

explained, "She has built up stagnant energy from too much sorrow. The cold is merely a symptom. Her emotional pain requires treatment for the heart." "What should we do

to bring the

medication and

will take at least four hours. It's late,

look after her. You can't stay awake all night,

"Okay."

he's here, I felt

I also need

keep pretending

Mervin, I'll leave it to

Mrs. Bolton, there's no

me up and carried me back to our room. I didn't resist, and the overwhelming fatigue hit me.

next morning, my thoughts immediately going

asleep, and when I touched her forehead, it

voice called

it's still warm. Is

don't be concerned. Ms. Sander's body is quite weak, and the fever is coming back in cycles. We can't administer too much medication at once,

in to block his view, "I'll

"Alright."

thermometer and noticed there was still a slight fever, though much improved

some stagnation in her body.

to be more positive. Second, she has a deficiency of energy and blood, so we'll treat that with the right medicine." "Alright, I'll leave it in your

Mrs. Bolton. You

and have your breakfast. I'll stay with Ms. Sander. You

a patient."

previous discomfort with gender matters

I trust you, of

the thermometer to the medical

reaching out to check Whitney's forehead

he did it seemed unusually