CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 161 Lilian Had A Fever

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Lilian had a fever.

The fever was higher than ever before, 42.5 degrees Celsius, which terrified the doctor when he saw it.

He hurried to cool her down physically, administered fever-reducing medication, and used any drugs that should be used.

Francis stood quietly to the side, his gaze falling on her wrist.

Her wrist was raw with a circle of broken skin, which after blistering, had red dots that were more obvious, whitish flesh, and deep indentations that were especially conspicuous.

After two hours of busy work, when the doctor saw the temperature drop on the thermometer, he collapsed exhausted into a chair.

"Mr. Landau, the fever has subsided, it's now 39 degrees. We'll check again in the middle of the night to see if it rises again. If it doesn't, then it should be fine."

Francis nodded, then asked, "Does she have any other injuries?"

The doctor paused, as he had been busy trying to lower Lilian's temperature and hadn't noticed that.

"I'll check again," said the doctor, who noticed Lilian's wrist injury at first glance.

He took Lilian's hand and lifted the quilt to look at her ankle.

"This... It seems that Ms. Rossum has been tied up? These are abrasions from struggling. Looking at this part, the rope has nearly cut into the flesh."

"There are also bruises, I'm not sure if they are from being hit or from a fall."

Francis pursed his lips, staring at the person on the bed, without saying a word.

The doctor looked at her head and face, "There seems to be a wound on the head, and some bleeding from the scalp, which looks like someone pulled her hair."

As the doctor spoke, his voice trailed off, what kind of torment had she undergone?

He glanced back at Francis.

Francis's expression was unreadable, but his eyes were complex, "Mr. Landau..."

"Treat her well, if you can't, then you might as well die," Francis suddenly spoke, startling the doctor with his words.

The doctor looked at him dumbfounded, this man seemed not to be bluffing.

"Okay, okay, I understand," the doctor dared not rest. He scrambled up and opened his medical kit.

Francis sat not far away, watching him like a pair of surveillance cameras.

Even if he had nothing else to do, he had to look busy, so he pressed on Lilian's wrist, taking her pulse.

Not knowing until he took the pulse, he was startled once he did.

Ms. Rossum's body was much weaker than it appeared, as if it had been hollowed out.

If he guessed correctly, Lilian must have had a recent miscarriage, and then not paid attention to recuperation, allowing all sorts of miscellaneous ailments to take advantage of her weakened state, which caused her to now look like an empty shell.

The doctor looked at Francis cautiously.

"Speak." Francis spoke abruptly, startling the doctor who retracted his hand and silently swallowed the words "it doesn't look like she will live long."

He was afraid that if Francis asked him to treat her and he failed, he would die.

The doctor lied, "Ms. Rossum only has some superficial skin injuries, nothing serious, and her body is fine."

Francis scrutinized him intently, as if to see right through the doctor.

After a while, Francis withdrew his gaze and looked down at his phone.

Someone was calling him.

It was Julian Quinn.

"Frank, come and save me. A producer wants to take advantage of me! The bastard, he actually doesn't recognize me."

"Give the phone to him."

"No, I'm in the restroom. I think I have drunk something dirty. These bad guys, you have to come to save me..."

Francis glanced at Lilian on the bed, silent for a moment, and said, "Send me the address."

Quickly, Julian sent the address.

Francis stood up and walked out. At the door, he turned back to the doctor and said, "Take good care of her."

The doctor nodded blankly.