Seize His Little Wife

“Sit back and I’ll take you to the hospital.” Baird Lane lowered her seat down so she could recline a little.

“No hospital, Ives is busy enough as it is, just leave him alone.” Christine White declined the offer to go to the hospital.

Baird Lane frowned, “You’re really looking out for him.”

Christine White rolled her eyes, “Just send me back to the old mansion and get a family doctor.”

“Got it, sit down.” Baird Lane barked without refusing.

Christine White hmmmed and closed her eyes.

Maybe because of the fever, maybe because of the vibration of the car driving, she is now dizzy, a little bit of motion sickness, only closed her eyes, only a little better, otherwise it would be vomited.

Baird Lane watched her fall asleep and, with a push on the gas, accelerated the car toward the front.

An hour later, the old mansion arrived.

Christine White had fallen into a deep sleep, and Baird Lane didn’t wake her up and just carried her into the old mansion.

Aunt Lucy was startled to see the two, “Sir, what’s wrong with ma’am?”

“It’s a fever, you get the doctor over here.” Baird Lane commanded without stopping his feet.

Aunt Lucy nodded her head in a hurry, “Yes, I’m on my way.”

When she finished, she ran away at a fast pace.

Baird Lane carries Christine White back to her room, and puts the man down when Hugh Dong appears at the door of the room with Bo in his arms.

“What happened to Christine?” Hugh Dong asked.

Baird Lane is wiping Christine White’s face with a dry towel, “Got caught in the rain and have a fever.”

“Mom …” Bao shouted.

Baird Lane walked over, squatted down in front of Little Treasure, and touched Little Treasure’s face, “Little Treasure Monster, mommy is fine, the doctor will come over in a while, and show mommy that she’s fine, you go out with Uncle Two first, daddy’s going to change mommy’s clothes.”

“Uh-huh.” Po nodded, then patted Hugh Dong’s thigh, signaling that Hugh Dong could go.

Hugh Dong flicked little baby’s forehead, “You little guy.”

Xiaobao wrinkled his little nose, “Uncle, bad!”

Hugh Dong laughed out loud, “Kid, still saying your second uncle is bad, wait, see how second uncle will clean you up.”

After saying that, he controlled the wheelchair to turn around and took little baby back to his room.

Baird Lane smiled slightly as he watched those two uncles and nephews getting along just fine.

It didn’t take long for the doctor to arrive.

Baird Lane led the doctor into the room.

He had already changed Christine White’s clothes and blow-dried her hair.

The doctor came to the bedside and examined Christine White.

When you’re done, open the medical kit and pull out a syringe.

Baird Lane frowned slightly at the sight of the glowing silver needle, “An injection?”

“Yes, ma’am has a fever of thirty-nine degrees and must be given an antipyretic injection.” The doctor returned.

Baird Lane glanced at Christine White and nodded slightly, “Gently then, don’t make her sore.”

“Don’t worry President Lane,” the doctor said, flicking the syringe and then reaching toward Christine White’s arm.

After the injection, the doctor left Christine White with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead and some medicine.

Baird Lane sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Christine White, whose face was still red and burning with worry.

It was amazing that her body, now, had checked into such Land degrees that a fever just after getting wet was clearly too abnormal.

Kidney replacement surgery, it seems, will have to be done sooner rather than later.

Thinking, Baird Lane took out his cell phone and dialed Ives Norton, “Hello.”

“What is it?” Ives Norton’s tired voice came.

Baird Lane spoke up and asked, “Christine’s surgery, can it be moved up?”

“What’s wrong? Wasn’t the time set for a week from now?” Ives Norton was a little puzzled.

Baird Lane spills the beans on Christine White’s fever from the rain.

Ives Norton frowned, “No way! That’s all the more reason why we can’t move it up, she’s got a fever and she’s having surgery, you’re kidding, we have to wait until she’s better.”

“Got it.” Baird Lane cut the phone off as soon as he knew he couldn’t operate with a fever.

Ives Norton’s eyebrow jumped, “Fuck you Baird Lane!”

Baird Lane drops his cell phone and after touching Christine White’s forehead, he lowers his head and kisses her on the cheek.

He then got up and left the room, heading in the direction of the study.

The next day, Christine White woke up with her head already still groggy, and with a quick wipe of her forehead, it was also still a little mildly hot.

Aunt Lucy carries a glass of water for her and the medication that was dispensed to her.

Christine White didn’t hesitate and just turned up, mixing the water to be eaten.

“Is it still hard, ma’am?” Aunt Lucy asked.

Christine White leaned back against the bed, and somewhat weakly returned, “Still a little, dizzy, heartburn, and some nausea and wanting to vomit.”

“Is the fever still not gone?” Aunt Lucy wondered, while also reaching out to touch Christine White’s forehead.

This touch was a shock, “Strange, why is it still hot, didn’t the doctor’s fever-reducing injection work?”

“I don’t know.” Christine White shook her head.

Aunt Lucy pulled her hand back, “No, we need to call the doctor again to take a look, Ma’am you need to lie down.”

With that, he helped Christine White back to bed.

Christine White laid back down and her eyes closed a little.

She was too dizzy to move.

Aunt Lucy was a little distressed to see her like this, and after tucking her in, she hurried towards the door of her room, ready to go to Baird Lane.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

As it turned out, I had just walked to the garden when I met Baird Lane.

“Sir.” Aunt Lucy called out to him in a hurry.

Baird Lane is on his way to see Christine White when he sees Aunt Lucy and gives a slight nod.

“Sir, the missus is awake.” Aunt Lucy started.

There was a flash of delight in Baird Lane’s eyes, “Has the wife’s fever gone down?”

He’d been up all night in the study after going there last night, having meetings and reviewing papers, and had just finally finished, so he was now ready to go over and check on Christine White to see if she was awake.

“No.” Aunt Lucy shook her head.

The elation in Baird Lane’s eyes dissipated, “No? ”

“Yes, I’ve just looked in and Mistress still has some fever and Mistress says she’s nauseous and wants to vomit so I was just on my way to find you sir.” Aunt Lucy said back.

Baird Lane looked grave when he heard this.

No fever and nausea and vomiting?

It’s not right!

Having had a fever-reducing shot and medication, it’s unlikely that the fever hasn’t gone down yet, and it’s unlikely that there’s still nausea and the urge to throw up.

At this time, Baird Lane suddenly remembered what Ives Norton had said before, there are about the initial symptoms of being infected with the virus.

The symptoms, they were exactly like Christine White’s now.

Did she …

Thinking about this, Baird Lane blushed, stopped paying attention to Aunt Lucy, and quickened his pace towards Christine White’s room.

Aunt Lucy didn’t know what was going on, but by the look on Baird Lane’s face, she didn’t know that it must be something important.

She didn’t hesitate any longer and hurriedly jogged to follow.

Soon, Baird Lane arrives at Christine White’s room.

Even as he guessed that she might have contracted that virus as well, he didn’t hesitate to walk over to her bedside and reach out to touch Christine White’s forehead.

Sure enough it’s still hot!

Baird Lane’s heart sank, then he called out softly to Christine White twice.

Christine White fell back into a deep, unresponsive sleep.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and hurriedly instructed Aunt Lucy behind him, “Prepare a car immediately and send Mrs. to the hospital.”

“Yes!” Aunt Lucy didn’t dare to delay and immediately did as she was told.

Baird Lane lifts the covers off Christine White, bends down and picks her up, heading out of the room.

An hour or so later, the hospital arrived.

Baird Lane rushed to Ives Norton’s office with Christine White in his arms.

Ives Norton just finished a surgery and is resting at the moment.

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open, and it hit the wall with a shudder.

And Ives Norton, himself, was startled out of his chair, “What’s going on?”