Originally, everyone thought that there would be no serious problems, but who would have thought that Nael would develop a high fever in the middle of the night? The doctor gave him antipyretic injections, but it was useless. He rolled the man's eyelids, and he could tell that it was an infection.
In the middle of the night, Nael was struggling so hard that the white gauze wrapped around his chest was already stained red with blood. Two nurses pressed his shoulders respectively, but the man was so strong that they couldn't hold him down at all. Zyan pulled up his cuffs, he pressed his hands tightly between the man's collarbone, "Damn, this doesn't look like an infection, what's wrong with him?"
The doctor observed his reaction and wiped off his cold sweat, "In my opinion, Master Nael see
