"Michael Gordon, don't scare me; I'm calling the doctor!"
Wondering how it got so serious, she struggled to get out from underneath him and tried to grab her phone to call Anna to have the infirmary doctor come up. However, Michael Gordon snatched the phone away from her.
The phone fell straight onto the carpet in front of the bed.
"Do you want to call the doctor to witness me, Michael Gordon, hanging on a woman's bed?" Michael Gordon panted heavily and spoke with difficulty, "Feed me some porridge first, and then I'll take my medication!"
Summoning the medical staff at this point would ruin his reputation at his company!
"Fine!"
This time, Ivy Aretha didn't argue with him and obediently reached for the bowl of steaming porridge, feeding it to him spoon by spoon.
Since it was an old issue, drinking some warm porridge and taking medication made him feel much better. His color slowly returned, and Ivy finally breathed a sigh of relief.
