"Doctor Camden, how is Miss Yale?" Butler Santana asked warily.
It was already seven in the morning.
She had found Jasmine Yale unconscious on the floor in the morning and had immediately called for a doctor.
Mr. Cheney had specially instructed her before leaving yesterday, to take good care of the young master and Jasmine Yale.
But now...
She was also frightened, her face showing panic.
"She has a cold, fever, and low blood sugar." The doctor put away his stethoscope, "Let's start with an IV."
"Yes, yes, please proceed as you see fit."
"Uh-huh."
The doctor skillfully put on gloves and prepared a solution.
Chale Cheney came running, distresse.
He collapsed onto the bed, shaking Jasmine's hand: "Jasy, Jasy, don't ignore me, wake up..."
Butler Santana pulled him back: "Young master, it's okay, Miss Yale is just sick, don't disturb her."
"I won't disturb Jasy, I'll be good."
Chale sat obediently, not calling out anymore.
