It rained heavily again in the middle of the night, and Wilson paced back and forth in front of the bed.
The crazy rain beat on the glass, making messy sounds...
Ximen Longting's body twitched violently, and the pain became more and more intense. The doctor had already used painkillers.
"Is it still useless?" Jing Jiaren asked tightly, "Why is it that even the painkiller injections didn't work?"
Why does Ximen Longting know pain even when he is in a coma?
The doctor said cautiously: "His high fever affects the nerves, the central nervous system, and the muscles and veins of the entire body... Painkillers are useless."
"Then what should I do? Just watch him in pain all the time?"
Wilson stopped and looked at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression.
Jing Jiaren once had a poisoning attack, but even painkillers were useless...
Ximen Longting watched Jing Jiaren in pain, but was powerless...
He punched the wall fiercely and said: [If I can take her place in pain...it will make everything I do worth it!]
Now the situation is reversed, Ximen Longting is really hurting instead of Jing Jiaren.
"Doctor, please think of another way, I beg you..."
"Miss Jing," Wilson suddenly suggested, "you can try a massage."
"massage?"
He remembered that when Jing Jiaren was in pain, Ximen Longting personally massaged Jing Jiaren to relieve her body pain.
"Then you go hire the best masseur now..." Jing Jiaren seemed to have grasped the last straw, "Before he comes, I will massage Ximen Longting's massage first."
She sat at the end of the bed, held Ximen Longting's feet and pressed them on his feet.
When her hands grabbed his feet, she felt that he was twitching very hard...
Severe pain spread throughout Ximen Longting's body. His hands were shaking so much and his body was covered with thin beads of sweat.
And the soles of his feet were cold and stiff...
Although he was running a fever, his hands and feet were extremely stiff and without any warmth.
Ximen Longting was in so much pain, it was like a devil was haunting him and destroying him.
That pale face was as pale as a corpse...
Breathing became increasingly rapid and difficult.
The heartbeat meter suddenly fluctuated violently...
The sound of dripping is thrilling.
Jing Jiaren suddenly became frightened and fell off the chair in shock, taking a few steps back: "No, it's impossible..."
There are still three days left, why would he...
Wilson immediately rang the call bell!
The doctor was right next door. He immediately broke in, prepared medicine, sprayed it into his throat, let the spray secrete, and put on an oxygen mask.
Jing Jiaren's mind went blank, there was a huge tinnitus in her ears, and she couldn't hear anything clearly.
There was chaos going back and forth before the eyes, as the doctor walked back and forth, giving Ximen Longting emergency first aid measures.
After a long time, Ximen Longting's condition was under control and the room became quiet again.
The night rain outside the window and the thunder roaring.
Wilson reached out and grabbed Jing Jiaren and helped her up: "Miss Jing..."
"Didn't you say there are still a few days left? Why..." Her face was pale and bleeding, her palms were covered in cold sweat from fear, and she couldn't even speak clearly.
"The young master's high fever has worsened and his condition has worsened again."
Ximen Longting's long eyelashes were closed, like a handsome devil sleeping.
"But don't worry, the condition is temporarily under control..."
The ECG monitor began to fluctuate regularly again. Jing Jiaren clenched her fingers, feeling a world-destroying despair burst out of her body.