Would He Be a Hen-Pecked Husband?
After the doctor examined Hazel's body, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. If anything happened to Miss Wilkinson, they would suffer.
Fortunately, Hazel only had a low fever. Therefore, when he touched her body, he could not feel the temperature rise. Besides, she was agitated, and pregnant women tend to be weak, so that was why she fainted.
The doctor respectfully explained, "Because Miss is pregnant, she can't take medicine or any injections, so it's better to let her rest until she recovers. Drink more warm water, eat some hot congee, and take more rest."
Looking at Hazel's pale face, Regan had a look of distress and annoyance in his eyes. "I get it. Just wait outside. Come in and check on her at any time to see if her condition has changed."
"Yes, President."
After Hazel fell asleep, he stayed by her side and carefully wiped her face and body with a handkerchief, trying to make her feel more comfortable, although she was still sleeping and didn't open her eyes to look at him.
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