"Depressed..." John Fame murmured to himself, "Seeing me has... affected her mood."
The doctor quickly applied a fever patch to Lissy Lock and checked her heartbeat, then stood to one side, still as a statue.
John Fame held Lissy Lock tightly in his arms, his brows furrowing angrily, "She's burning up; is this all you're doing? Just a fever patch, then what the hell I need you here for?"
She had a fever of 39 degrees, he was incredibly worried, wishing he could take on her suffering. Was a simple fever patch really all that was needed?
John Fame glared at the doctor with piercing eyes, full of accusation.
Lissy Lock was sleeping peacefully in his arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Mr. Fame, your wife caught a cold unexpectedly. I didn't dare prescribe her any medication without a proper diagnosis. So... so at the moment, all I can do is help her reduce the fever. As for you, sir, you should not strain your wounds. It's best to let her down..."
