Chapter 221 She called his name in her dream...

The diagnosis made Nanchuan Shijue's heart tighten again——

"A high fever of 42 degrees Celsius could cause permanent brain damage if discovered later."

"Permanent brain damage?" Nanchuan Shijue stared at the woman who was as fragile as paper, his voice becoming several degrees hoarse.

"Fear-induced high fever, coupled with..." The doctor carefully examined Ning Fengsheng's bloody hands, "It seems the trauma was caused by slamming her hands on the door. She... is very afraid of the dark."

"Give her medicine," he ordered, his voice as cold as iron.

The doctor put on some medicine and bandaged Ning Fengsheng's hand...

When the door closed, Nanchuan slowly leaned over the bed and stroked Ning Fengsheng's hot cheek with trembling fingers.

Her face was covered with tear marks and her eyelashes were wet.

"Why are there so many of my photos in the phone? How did you know my WeChat ID?"

“…”

"If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, don't expect permanent brain damage!"

Ning Fengsheng frowned tightly and curled up in an extremely unsafe posture.

"Don't think I'll let you go just because you act pitiful in front of me." Nanchuan Shijue grabbed her shoulders and shook her desperately, "Wake up, wake up, answer me!"

The IV stand was shaking.

Ning Fengsheng's thin shoulders were gripped so hard that they hurt. She murmured in a coma, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Let me out... I'm afraid of the dark... Mom... Um..."

"How dare you be afraid of the dark? You are not allowed to be afraid of the dark!" Nanchuan Shijue growled harshly.

He didn't like that this woman looked like Ning Fengsheng!

Ning Fengsheng is afraid of the dark, and she dares to be afraid of the dark. She is really courting death!

"Nanchuan Shijue...you know very well...I am most afraid of the dark..."

These words exploded like a thunderclap.

He suddenly withdrew his hand, staggered back two steps, and knocked over the water glass on the bedside table: "What did you say?"

What does it mean, she called his name in the dream... and said he knew she was afraid of the dark?

Last time I called him Brother Nanchuan...

Ning Fengsheng had tears in his eyes, his cheeks were burning red, and he fell into a deep coma again.

It was as if her mumbling just now was just his hallucination...

Nanchuan Shijue stood by the bed as if he had seen a ghost, his mind blank.

The servant knocked on the door and came in, holding a basin of warm water and a towel: "Master, let me clean this young lady..."

"Get out of here!" Nanchuan Shijue grabbed the towel and said, "Get out of here!"

The rain outside the window was pouring down, accompanied by thunder from time to time.

Nanchuan Shijue sneered and said, "If you are Ning Fengsheng, then who is the person lying in the Rose Garden?"

“…”

"You damn liar, don't even think about fooling me!" Nanchuan Shijue said the most vicious words, but he gently wiped away the tears on her face.

Ning Fengsheng twisted restlessly in a high fever, his hands on the quilt clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Nanchuan Shijue frowned, held her cold fingers, and gently applied a hot towel to them, trying to make her loosen her fist.

When he finally pried open her clenched fingers, a familiar object tumbled out - a small baby doll.

Nanchuan Baby——Nanchuan Yusen "Nanchuan and Sheng".

The servants searched for the entire afternoon, almost turning the entire manor upside down, but couldn't find it...

It was in her hands.

"You're not only a fake, you're also a thief. You stole my things!" His voice broke, and his fingers trembled as he touched the small doll. "Why did you steal this?!"

Going crazy...

Nanchuan Shijue felt dizzy and countless questions exploded in his mind.

He stood up suddenly and paced up and down the room.

He needed answers and wanted her to wake up immediately and explain everything!

But the woman on the bed fell into a deeper coma, her breathing so weak that the rise and fall of her chest was almost invisible.

The doctor's words echoed in my ears - "Permanent brain damage may occur."

Fear seized his heart.

He was afraid that he would never get an answer and the woman would die.

"Wake up..." He ordered in a low voice, but his voice was full of pleading, "Wake up and tell me who you are..."

Too many mysteries shroud him, and the only person who can answer them is now on the brink of life and death.

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"42.5 degrees! It's getting higher instead of lower. If it continues like this, my life will be in danger!"

The doctor's voice exploded like thunder in Nanchuan Shijue's ears.

"I want her alive." The words rolled out of his throat, shrouded in ice. "You'd better understand, there's no one in this world that I, the Nanchuan Lord, can't protect."

“…”

"I don't care what method you use, you must rescue her!" Nanchuan Shijue's face was terribly gloomy.

The doctor's forehead was covered in sweat, and he nodded repeatedly: "Master, I will do my best... But for a high fever, in addition to medication, the patient's own resistance is also needed..."

"Waste!" Nanchuan Shijue kicked him.

On the bed, Ning Fengsheng's pale cheeks flushed abnormally, and his cracked lips trembled slightly: "Cold... so cold..."

Nanchuan Shijue paused, turned to the servants standing at the door, and shouted sternly: "Didn't you hear? Quilt! Go get the quilt!"

The servants hurried to fetch some thick blankets.

Nanchuan Shijue grabbed it and covered Ning Fengsheng with it one by one.

He tucked in each corner of the quilt carefully and tucked the edges under the mattress to ensure that no cold wind could get in.

"Master..." Moss hesitated to speak, looking at the young master's rare gentle behavior.

Nanchuan Shijue focused all his attention on Ning Fengsheng. He reached out and gently stroked her hot forehead, his brows furrowed.

"You haven't woken up yet and explained to me. Don't think you'll die so easily... Do you hear me?!"

In less than half an hour, Ning Fengsheng murmured about the heat, and his legs kicked the heavy bedding into pieces.

"Don't make a fuss." Nanchuan Shijue held down her restless legs and wrapped the quilt that had slipped off. "The fever will go away if you sweat."

"It's so hot..." Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and she kicked the quilt unconsciously.

"No kicking!"

Ning Fengsheng couldn't hear his command, so he arched his back and struggled violently.

Sweat soaked her pajamas, her black hair stuck to her cheeks, and she looked like she had been fished out of the water.

"It hurts... I can't breathe..." She sobbed violently, her voice full of pain.

The broken whisper made Nanchuan Shijue's throat tighten. He suddenly threw back the top blanket and turned to the doctor and yelled, "Is there any other way?! Isn't the potion being injected all the time? Why is she still in so much pain?!"

The doctor replied tremblingly: "It takes time to reduce fever. If you are in a hurry, you can wipe the patient's sweat to help reduce the temperature..."

"Then why are you still standing there! Towel! Warm water!" Nanchuan Shijue's roar made the whole room tremble.

The servants scrambled to prepare basins of warm water and towels.

Nanchuan Shijue took the towel, soaked it in water, wrung it dry, and personally wiped the sweat from Ning Fengsheng's forehead and neck.