"The young master has been running a fever recently."
"He refuses to go to the hospital."
"When he heard that Miss Miller was in the United Kingdom, he insisted on coming over. We couldn't stop him."
"I didn't have much choice... I could only accompany him."
"Ever since you left, the young master hasn't been eating well. He'd work for three days without sleeping... He might be missing you too much."
...
The first thing he heard when he woke up was the butler's chattering voice. He calmly opened his eyes, the high fever making his vision blurry. Two people were standing near his bed. He let out a soft cough and propped himself up.
"Young master, you're awake." Hearing the sound, the old butler hurried over and saw Norton trying to get up. He went over to help him, "You should lie down, you still have a high fever. There are a few more bags of fluids to go. Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something?"
