Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 465

"Patrick!"

I held the phone with angry and mixed feelings!

I shouted his name, but it was like a punch on cotton. I only got full of anger with nowhere to vent it.

I went over to Janice and asked, "Did he say anything when he left? Like, when will he come back, or where did he go?"

Janice looked at me and said perplexedly, "I had asked him all these for your sake. But he said that you just need to wait for him to come back, and he will definitely come back."

"He will definitely come back."

I believed that he'll be back.

But now, I didn't know where he was going and when he would come back. I felt empty in my heart.

I felt worried.

Patrick was also a human. He would also be afraid before entering the operating room...

At that time, he must need me.

And I wished I could stay with him.

I changed my shoes, sat on the sofa, and began to send messages to Patrick. "Patrick, send me your address. I promise I won't make troubles. I just hope that I can give you some strength. I just want to stay with you."

The message was sent out, and then I just stared at the screen.

There was no response.

I waited for a month. But I haven't received any news from Patrick.

At first, when my cell phone rang, I would look at it with excitement and would think about whether it was Patrick.

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Gradually, I lost all hope.

I looked at the calendar. It had been a whole month, but Patrick didn't contact with me. It felt like he was disappeared from my life forever.

During this month, I had been living in Patrick's house.

But after a month, I gave up. I believed that he would never contact me before he was cured. So I packed up and went back home.

Because I trusted Janice and Lacy, I let them come with me.

Anyway, Rosy's house was big, so it was okay for

more servants to live in.

It was Thursday. When I was still at work, I received a phone call from the kindergarten teacher. She told me that Glenn had a fever.

I told Nancy this and then went to kindergarten in a hurry.

After picking up Glenn, I took him to the children's hospital immediately.

Generally, children would be sick in the fall and winter, now was the early summer, so there was not too many people in the children's hospital. I smoothly took a registration.

When we arrived at the consulting room, the doctor took Glenn's temperature.

It was 100.4 °F.

Fortunately, it was not a high fever.

The doctor ordered a blood test and I took Glenn for it. After doing the test, I took the results back to the doctor.

The doctor took a look and said that it was viral influenza. He prescribed an anti- virus cold medicine for me and let us go.

For a child,100.4 °F was indeed not a very high temperature.

Glenn's spirit was not bad too, so I didn't take it seriously. I just sent him home, played with him for a while, ate dinner, and gave him some medicine so that he could go to bed early.

In the evening, I was ready to go to bed after work. Because Glenn was sick, I wanted to let him drink some water, so I took the water to his room.

When I went in, I touched his hand and found that his hand was cold.

"His fever has subsided?"

While I thought it, I touched the back of his neck with my hand.

It was so hot!

This temperature scared me to death for a moment!

I rushed to get a thermometer and took his temperature again!

103.1 °F!

Seeing this, I was frightened!

Why did he get such a severe fever suddenly? I was so scared that I shook him and said, "My son, wake up. Mom will take you to the hospital."

I shook him for a long time before he opened his eyes in a daze. His eyes did not fully opened. When he saw me, he said in a very weak voice, "Mom, I feel bad."

"I know, let's go. Mom will take you to the hospital."

Because of the fever, his face was red as an apple.

"How did the fever become so severe?" I thought to myself.

I was worried that he would catch a cold at night, so I put on a coat for him. Then I woke up Lacy and asked her to go to the hospital with us.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor did an examination.

A blood test again.

This time, the quantitative value was different from the daytime. The doctor took a look at it and said disapprovingly, "It's a virus cold. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Go home."

Hearing the doctor's words, I was not at ease. "Doesn't he need an IV? It's already over 103 °F!"

"No, It is better for children not to have infusions. The IV is all about antibiotics. It's not good for his growth."

The doctor gave me a prescription as soon as he finished speaking.

Fortunately, there was Ibuprofen Suspension in the medicine list. When Glenn was younger, he got sick and the doctor prescribed this medicine for him. After taking it, his fever subsided right away. Match with other medicines, he recovered soon.

I thought it would be the same this time.

I fed Glenn Ibuprofen Suspension in the hospital and fed him some other medicine when we got back.

Because I was worried that he would have a fever at night, I let him sleep with me.

In the evening, because he ate the medicine, he really sweated a lot and his temperature dropped a little. However, it was only a few hours later that he started to get a fever again.

The Ibuprofen Suspension couldn't be fed frequently. I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I could only do physical cooling little by little.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, I didn't sleep at all. In the morning, after he finished his meal, I fed him Ibuprofen Suspension again.

However, the fever came back every time when the effect of the medicine was reduced.

I took him to the hospital again, and the test result was still a virus cold.

All his physical indicators were normal.

On the seventh day, the fever was still at 103.1 °F.

I took him to the children's hospital. The doctor was still doing a blood test, or gave him medicine and refused an infusion.

This time I was anxious. I said to the doctor, "It has been seven days. He needs an infusion! If something goes wrong, I will be responsible for it." Seeing that I showed a tough attitude, the doctor reluctantly gave him an IV.

Finally, I could took Glenn to get an infusion.

Because of the consecutive fever for seven days, Glenn was like a listless radish now. He had no energy at all and could only be held by me.

He was now six years old. It was also tiring for me to hold such a big boy like him.

But I was so worried about him.

When I put Glenn on the bed of the infusion room and looked at the nurse giving him an injection, I suddenly remembered something Shelton said before!

Previously, when I met with him at Town S, he asked me, "How's Glenn's body lately? Does he have a fever?"

As I thought about this, combined with the strange stage Glenn at.

Usually, when children caught a cold or had a fever, it would last no more than seven days. When the time was up, the fever would naturally subside.

But now Glenn had tried all kinds of methods, he still had a fever!

"Shelton, Shelton."

I muttered this name.

I took out my mobile phone, found his number in the blacklist and then called him.