You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 63

He carried her to his soft giant bed, gently laid her down, rested her white slender legs on his knees, took off the slippers on her feet for her, then helped her lie down and covered her with the quilt.

Not long after, Jamie soon arrived.

He brought the medical kit and after taking Joyce’s temperature and listening carefully to her lungs, he frowned, “The fever can be quite serious. Her breath sounds in her lungs are heavy with rales and there must be an

infection in the lungs. What did she do today?”

Luther returned, “She jumped into a canal today and saved a man from drowning.’

Then she went with him to the 704th Army Hospital, caught a cold, and did not change her clothes in time.
Finally, she went to the supermarket and made dinner when they came back. It had been a really long day.

He blamed himself for he failed to notice just how exhausted she must have been and let her do all the things.

Jamie removed the stethoscope from his ear, “No wonder, it’s choking pneumonia.

“Is it something serious?” Luther’s face changed.

“Not really. Only a small amount of water, and the water is relatively clean. The human respiratory tract has

and is able to expel and absorb water. I give her an antibacterial and a

or so. If she still has a persistent high fever

need to go to the hospital

took the injection from the medical kit, and lifted

a tingling in her arm as she drifted

she should take her medication,

Luther nodded, “Yes.”

a little more diligently. Physical cooling is more effective.” Jamie handed the medicine to Luther, “I’ll

or she would

After Jamie left.

small portable refrigerator to the head of the bed. He placed the ice packs on Joyce’s forehead and placed the rest

around all the time, felt the cool and refreshing

looking at this usually cold and arrogant girl, who now showed all her delicateness to him. Her lips were a bit pale, her cheeks abnormally scarlet, and her long eyelashes left a

a fragile porcelain

out and smoothed out her lightly furrowed brow, and couldn’t help but stroke across her flawless cheek, which felt just so soft, smooth, and

hero in the day who could jump

was chaotic in the morning and he was in a hurry, and now he

scene deeply