38: C38 Grab Him and Bite Him

C38 Grab Him and Bite Him

Xia Yihan did not feel the gentleness that she had never felt before. She was still extremely excited amidst the chaos.

She suddenly grabbed Ye Zimo's arm, opened her eyes wide, gritted her teeth and shouted at him, "I'm going to kill you! "Kill you!"

Her eyes were bloodshot as she clawed at his arm with all her strength.

"Xia Yihan, you're crazy!" "Shut up," the butler scolded, but Ye Zimo held out her other hand to silence him.

Xia Yihan had no idea where she got the strength from, grabbing him from left to right, even biting him. Ye Zimo remained expressionless. Soon, her arms were covered in bloody scratches and deep teeth marks.

Jiu Jiu and the others were stunned. Their admiration for Ye Zimo had gone a few levels deeper.

Maybe she had used up all her energy, but after venting for a while, Xia Yihan suddenly fainted.

"Xia Yihan!" Ye Zimo called out to her in a low voice. Her subconscious seemed to have heard it, but was unable to respond. Her breathing slowly became labored.

"Where's the doctor?!" Why are you so slow? " Ye Zimo frowned as she asked the butler, just as the doctor entered the room.

"Mr Ye, I'm here. I was telling the nurse to prepare the medicine."

The nurse with the medicine kit followed the doctor to the bed.

"All of you, go out and leave behind the doctors and nurses!"

After Ye Zimo's short order, the butler led everyone out and closed the door. After exiting the room, the housekeeper instructed Jiu Jiu and Liu Xiaojiao to go back to their respective rooms to rest, while he left Zhao Tian'ai alone to talk in a low voice.

The nurse wanted to take the temperature, and Ye Zimo stood up herself, making room for them to examine and treat.

"How much?" He asked urgently.

"Forty-two."

"Immediately reduce her fever!"

"Yes, Mr Ye. I was just about to give her the antipyretic. "There are two types of medicine. The first is …" The doctor seemed to want to make a long speech, but Ye Zimo interrupted him firmly.

"Is there a need to ask? Which type should I use quickly?! "

"Alright, Mr Ye!"

Xia Yihan was soon soaked in sweat, as if she had been washed in water.

"Mr Ye, the temperature has dropped. It's now 37 degrees." Today's medicine had been completed, so he would have to wait at least ten hours before being able to continue the infusion.No, no. This is the antipyretic drug. If it is used every four hours until it is over 38 degrees, then it will not be used.

The doctor saw that Mr Ye cared a lot about the maid, so he explained everything clearly.

He had originally planned to ask the nurse to stay behind to take care of him, but Ye Zimo simply waved her hand and said, "All of you, go back!"

Who would want to stay here with the patient? Upon hearing that he would allow them to leave, the two of them quickly packed up their things and left.

Ye Zimo sat down on the edge of her bed again. Seeing her weak and sickly appearance, her fever subsided and there was no longer any danger. When she stepped back, her face was as white as paper, and he stared at her with a mixture of anger and worry.

When Xia Yihan woke up from her chaotic state, it was almost six in the morning. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a handsome face that was filled with anger.

He was still looking at her with such concern. Was this a dream?

But this dream was too strange. A person who had nothing to do with it should not dream about it, even if it was just a dream.

She looked at him incredulously, then looked around the room.

Yes, she was lying on a bed in the worker's room, while Ye Zimo, who was known as Crown Prince, was sitting on the edge of her bed.2

She only remembered that she had a fever, but she didn't know how serious it was.

"Mr Ye? "Why is it you?" She tried her best to get up, but her body was still weak and she could not get up.

When she woke up, a trace of joy flashed across Ye Zimo's eyes, but it quickly faded into coldness once more.

With a cold face and a cold voice, he asked her, "Then who could it be? Hai? You did this for him, does he care if you die or die? "

Xia Yihan was still confused. She only knew that he seemed to be unhappy, but she couldn't tell that he was jealous.

She shook her head and explained, "Mr Ye, you are mistaken. There is nothing going on between me and Mr Hai, it is not what you think."

Why did he care about her life? He'd spent the night in front of her bed like a lunatic, something only his mother and his grandmother could do if they were sick.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He suddenly stood up and left without another glance at her.

The butler initially wanted to ignore Xia Yihan. If she was sick, he could still use an unknown reason to hide and punish her.

He didn't expect that the moment he fell asleep, he would be ordered by Ye Zimo to find a doctor and wait outside for him.

He didn't say how long he would have to wait, so he didn't dare to leave and could only pace back and forth outside.

Ye Zimo stayed in the room all night, and he walked all night along the corridor of the worker's room.

The door to Xia Yihan's room finally opened and he saw Ye Zimo coming out, looking displeased. "Mr Ye, is Yihan better?" he asked, concerned. "It's all my fault for being so careless. I thought it was nothing."

Ye Zimo suddenly stopped and glanced at the butler's face. She asked him in a normal tone, "Every day at noon, when you pull the grass, will it be beneficial for the growth of the flowers?"

The butler didn't know how to reply.

Speaking of the pros and cons, didn't that show that he was intentionally torturing Xia Yihan?

It seemed that it was only advantageous for him.

He cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, we will pluck some grass at noon. Some of the grass will easily wither under the sun and won't come back from the dead."

Ye Zimo seemed to be listening to him very attentively, and when he had finished, he praised quietly, "Not bad, it sounds very reasonable. It looks like you know a lot about flowers and plants. If you don't take care of it yourself, you will be a waste of your talent. From today onwards, you can go to the back garden at noon to plow the grass and water. "

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