Is There No Right to Be Fed?
"Don't go."
Gilberto's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with a look of grievance.
Zoey's wrist, which was being held, felt extremely hot. She whispered, "I won't leave, I'm just going to boil some water and give you medicine later."
Gilberto nodded and let go of his hand.
He watched as the girl took off her cashmere coat, walked gracefully to the table, and started boiling water.
He squinted his eyes, then closed them satisfactorily.
Fifteen minutes later, Zoey took the medicine bag handed over by the manager.
She walked to the bedside and pulled out an Infrared Thermometer, fever-reducing medicine, and anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine bag.
She picked up the Infrared Thermometer and measured her ear temperature, which showed a nor
