Mrs. Hawn, Your Disguise Was Penetrated

Nora Smith, burning in a daze, lay in his seat and subconsciously let out a cry, "It's so uncomfortable."

She is not only allergic, but also has a fever...

Seeing Nora Smith like this, Asher Hawn was distressed and nervous. After thinking about it, he dialed Hugh Henderson's telephone.

Hugh Henderson was attending a medical academic exchange meeting at this time. When it was his turn to speak, his mobile phone suddenly kept vibrating in his pocket.

He looked down. It was Asher Hawn.

Hugh Henderson didn't dare to neglect. He went outside the conference hall and picked up the phone. "Huo Ge, what's the matter?"

"Come to Water Moon Island. Come quickly now." Asher Hawn said coldly.

"Who is sick? Is it serious? Can you wait a moment? I am in a meeting." Hugh Henderson looked in the direction of the conference hall.

Before Hugh Henderson could finish, Asher Hawn interrupted him impatiently. "Come here as soon as you come, don't talk nonsense."

"All right." Hugh Henderson looked helpless and had to ask for leave.

Hang up the phone, Asher Hawn bent down and picked up Nora Smith with both hands. With tension and concern under his eyes, he comforted in a gentle tone. "Nora Smith, it's okay. The doctor will come in a minute."

Nora Smith leaned against Asher Hawn's chest, only feeling that he was suffering from burning, while Asher Hawn's chest was as comfortable as a pool of clear water.

Nora Smith subconsciously leaned against Asher Hawn's arms and kept rubbing against his chest.

Her unconscious movement tickled Asher Hawn's chest, as if there was an electric current flowing through it, which made him breathe tightly.

This woman, who is so ill, is still burning the fire.

Asher Hawn took a deep breath, drove away the inexplicable emotions in her heart, stepped to take Nora Smith back to the room, and carefully put her on the big bed.

"It's hard... it's hot..." Nora Smith was in a muddle, hot and itchy, just like being barbecued by fire. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and scratched her face.

Asher Hawn's big, well-boned hand pressed Nora Smith's and said in a heavy voice, "Don't move. If you scratch it, you will leave a scar."

"Itch, good itch..." Nora Smith pursed small mouth, a face of injustice.

I have never seen such a small appearance of grievance in Nora Smith. Asher Hawn's deep eyes can't help but cross a touch of distress.

He rubbed Nora Smith's cheek gently. "Nora Smith, be patient a little longer. The doctor will be here soon."

It was at this time that Hugh Henderson arrived in a hurry.

Seeing Asher Hawn holding Nora Smith tightly in his arms and looking distressed, Hugh Henderson suddenly realized.

Every time Asher Hawn let him come in a hurry, it was related to Nora Smith.

It seems that Nora Smith's position in Asher Hawn's mind is extraordinary.

Asher Hawn really loves Nora Smith so badly that she is so nervous about her.

"Huo Ge, Nora, what's wrong with her?" Hugh Henderson stepped over and asked.

"Take a look at Nora Smith, she is allergic." Asher Hawn looked up at Hugh Henderson, with some eagerness in his tone.

Hugh Henderson looked down at Nora Smith in bed and saw that she was allergic, not only red and swollen, but also had many small rashes.

Hugh Henderson frowned slightly and began thoughtfully. "Miss Nora Smith's allergy is quite serious. How did it get like this?"

"She is allergic to platinum and should have accidentally come into contact with platinum." Looking at Nora Smith's uncomfortable appearance, Asher Hawn's heart was almost pulled up, and he said coldly, "You should help her treat it quickly."

"Hmm." Hugh Henderson nodded, took out the anti-allergic medicine from the medicine box and adjusted the injection. "I'll give Nora an anti-allergic shot first."

As he spoke, Hugh Henderson bent down and gave Nora Smith an injection on her arm.

The injection hurt a little, and Nora Smith subconsciously twisted her eyebrows and wanted to withdraw her arm.

Asher Hawn pressed her arm hastily to keep her from moving, in a rare gentle tone. "Nora Smith, bear it, it will soon be over after the injection."

"All right." Hugh Henderson finished the injection, took another bottle of medicine and handed it to Asher Hawn. "Huo Ge, this is anti-allergy medicine. You give Nora three meals a day, three tablets each."

Asher Hawn took the bottle and looked at it carefully. "Does this work?"

"I said Huo Ge, don't you still trust my doctor?" Hugh Henderson shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Care is chaos, which seems to be good at all.

High above, all-powerful president of Huo Da, when his beloved woman is sick, is also at a loss.

"But she still has a high fever." Asher Hawn's deeply concerned eyes fell tightly on Nora Smith in bed.

"Fever is also caused by allergy." Hugh Henderson smiled and said, "As long as the allergy is better, the fever will naturally go away soon."

"Is that so?" Asher Hawn frowned.

Hugh Henderson patted Asher Hawn on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it's okay. It's just an allergy. It will be fine in a few days."

"Hmm." Asher Hawn nodded his head with a faint look.

"If there is nothing else, I will go first. I have to continue to go to the meeting." Hugh Henderson put away the medicine cabinet, looked at the time and said.

After Hugh Henderson left, Asher Hawn looked down at Nora Smith.

I saw her face more and more red, beautiful eyebrows tightly locked, moaning a few times, a pair of very uncomfortable appearance.

"Nora Smith, how are you feeling?" Asher Hawn took Nora Smith's hand gently and asked with concern.

I have already had an injection just now. Why hasn't Nora Smith looked better at all?

Nora Smith was in a daze and delirious gibberish. "It hurts... it itches to death."

"Can I feed you medicine? It won't feel bad after taking the medicine." Asher Hawn coaxed Nora Smith softly.

He sat at the head of the bed, picked up Nora Smith and put her head on his shoulder.

Holding Nora Smith in one hand and the other, he picked up the medicine bottle and opened it. He took out a white pill and carefully fed it to Nora Smith's mouth.

"Good bitter..." Nora Smith subconsciously skimmed the pie mouth corner and twisted his head aside.

Asher Hawn righted Nora Smith's head, scooped a spoonful of warm water with a spoon, fed it to Nora Smith's mouth, and gently coaxed her, "Be good, drink it."

"Don't... bitter..." Nora Smith twisted her eyebrows and spit out all the warm water and medicine.

This won't work.

Asher Hawn looked down at the woman in her arms, thoughtfully for a moment, took another pill, put it in a cup, and stirred it with warm water.

Picking up the cup, Asher Hawn took a sip of warm water dissolved with the pill, then locked Nora Smith's head with both hands, bowed his head, and his thin lips did not hesitate to stick to her red lips....