"..." Yan Ling's heart tightened, watching his pale to reddening face, gritted his teeth and helped him from the ground.

With the help of the staff who caught up, Yi Haiyin was helped back to the room.

When Yi Haiyin was put on the bed, she was already drenched with sweat, but Yi Haiyin's hands were still tightly held in her hands and refused to let go.

As if worried, if he let go, she would leave...

"Mrs. Yi, the doctor has come." The manager of the manor led a private doctor into the room. After checking Yi Haiyin, his brows tightened.

"The patient's fever is so severe, how can he let him blow the air? You are not afraid of burning your brain?"

"How is he now? Does he need to be sent to the hospital?" Yan Ling's heart raised his throat for an instant, and he dared not answer back when he was scolded.

She didn't know why Yi Haiyin didn't want to go to the hospital, but if he really had a high fever, she would have to send him to the hospital.

"Try a shot for reducing fever first, if the fever subsides, it's fine, just don't let him blow the air again!" The doctor swiftly opened the medicine box and took the medicine to give Yi Haiyin a needle.

Seeing the potion being pumped into Yi Haiyin's blood vessels, Yan Ling twisted his eyebrows and squeezed his hand.

Every few minutes, I couldn't help touching Yi Haiyin's forehead.

He was relieved to find that the temperature of his body was slowly receding.

"The young man can't rely on his own physical fitness, so he just tossed around. If the fever goes down, he must be given a good rest. Someone should watch him at night to prevent his high fever from recurring. When he wakes up, give him something nutritious. It should be fine."

After the doctor explained, he left with the medicine box.

"Is there a kitchen here?" Yan Ling looked up at the leaving doctor and asked.

People in the manor saw that Yi Haiyin had been holding her hand, and they believed in her identity as Mrs. Yi, and they were very cooperative.

The manager who rushed to hear the news quickly said, "Yes, there is a kitchen next door, which has all kinds of kitchen utensils. What ingredients do you need, I will let someone prepare it."

"Prepare some fresh ribs and carrots." Yan Ling opened his lips lightly, and after thanking the manager, he turned his head and continued to look at Yi Haiyin.

His fever subsided and he slept deeply.

The handsome face is not bloody, but it is still charming.

Yan Ling sat quietly on the edge of his bed, watching him fall asleep, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, depicting his angular face.

When the fingertips touched the peak of his eyebrows, Yi Haiyin frowned slightly as if he felt something.

She quickly retracted her hand and stuck out her tongue.

After hearing the manager say that the ingredients are ready, she carefully took her hand out of Yi Haiyin's palm.

Cover him with a quilt and walk towards the kitchen.

The doctor said that his high fever has just subsided and he may not have any appetite. It would be more appropriate to cook some nutritious porridge.

Yan Ling cleaned up all the ingredients, put them in a casserole, and cooked the porridge over low heat.

After the porridge was cooked, the fire was turned off, and he walked back to Yi Haiyin's side to guard him.

It seems that Yi Haiyin hasn't had a good sleep for too long, and he hasn't woke up from this sleep.

Yan Ling kept to the end, lying on the side of his bed, unable to bear it, and fell asleep.

"Ling'er... Ling'er..."

In the middle of the night, as if hearing the voice of someone talking, she woke up suddenly and found that it was Yi Haiyin who was talking.