The doctor said to Oscar after examining Lisa, "Sir, Miss Lisa is okay. She's just too tired, she needs to rest tonight and drink lots of water."
Oscar calmed down and relieved when he heard the doctor's diagnosis. He opened the door as the doctor excused himself to leave.
Lisa was lying on the bed. Her tiny face looked very pale, her lips weren't as red as usual, her jet-black hair fell apart on the pillow. The woman's current state really looked miserable.
Oscar sat beside the bed, his clear blue eyes staring at Lisa's haggard face with a pitiful gaze. His heart was shattered to pieces to see his wife lying languid.
The man touched Lisa's pale forehead with his hand. He could feel her body temperature was quite high. Oscar noticed the fever and moved his hand to Lisa's forehead. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing now. Oscar grasped Lisa's tiny palm once again and stroked her gently.
