Starry will have a fever every time he gets a cold, and the fever will be high and won’t go away, so he has to go to the hospital to get an IV every time.


    This time is no exception.


    Although Starry himself has taken antipyretic drugs, but people to the hospital to take the temperature, but the temperature is not low at all.


    Not many people are in the hospital after nine o’clock, but the emergency room is different.


    After Izabe found a seat for Starry to sit down, she unscrewed the cap of the thermos and put it in her hand, “Starry, drink more water, I’ll go stand in line to get the medicine, I’ll be back soon.”


    Starryughed helplessly, “Izabe, I just have a fever.”


    Izabe alsoughed a little: “I know, but it’s hard to have a fever!”


    With that, she got up and walked over to the window where she was getting her medication.


    Starry looked at her trotting back, head to the wall behind a lean, looking down at the heat rising from the thermos bottle mouth, she hooked her lips and smiled a little, head down to sip the hot water inside the thermos bottle.


    I have to say, when a person has a fever, drinking more water is really much morefortable.


    Her throat was inmed, and it was already painful, and when she didn’t drink water for a long time, it was as if she was being ground by a knife when she opened her mouth to speak.


    So gulp of water, even the pain in the throat is not so clear, people are also much more awake.


    Izabe came back quickly, and she returned with a ss of water in a disposable cup.


    “Drink as much as you want, pour this ss in and drink slowly.”


    “Hmm.”


    Starry answered softly and offered to hand her the thermos.


    Izabe looked down and found that she had drunk a third of it, and was a little relieved to know that Starry had listened to herself: “You should drink more hot water when you’re sick.”


    “Okay, listen to Izabe.”


    Starry reacquired the thermos and held it in his hand.


    Izabe wanted to get her medicine out, but thought that she had taken her fever medicine at eight o’clock, “I’ll buy you a bowl of porridgeter, okay?”


    It’s sote, Starry is not worried about Izabe going out alone: “Order takeout, it’s sote, the nearby congee stores should all be closed.”


    “That’s fine.”


    As the two talked, the nurse came over with a cart to give Starry an IV.


    At that moment, Izabe’s cell phone rang.


    Izabe nced at the caller ID and skimmed the corners of her mouth, not even really wanting to take Dillon’s call.


    Starry, who was on the side, saw this and thought it was something she was doing at work: “What’s wrong?”


    “Nothing, my brother’s phone!”


    Boring!


    Izabe also knows her own brother’s character, and stayed up for more than ten seconds or took the answer, “Brother?”


    “You’ve arrived at the hospital?”


    “Well, what for?”


    “Which hospital? It’s hard to go to the hospital at night, right? Do you want brother to bring you some night snacks to treat you?”


    Izabe rolled her eyes, Dillon had no technique at all in this set of words.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    “It’s at Priorion Hospital, you bring me two bowls of porridge, one of them simple!”


    “Okay, brother will be there in half an hour!”


    Dillon hung up the phone and looked triumphantly at Filip: “Got it. He’s at Priorion Hospital.”


    “Hmm.”


    Filip responded, lifted his leg and headed for the car.


    “Hey! You’re dumping me after you use me? I promised Izabe to buy them a midnight snack, Filip!”


    Dillon walked over and tapped on his car window.


    Filip lowered the window with some impatience, “Aren’t you going to get a midnight snack? Izabe said Starry hadn’t eaten anything all night.”


    Filip looked at him and narrowed his brow for a moment, “Aren’t you going to buy it?”


    “…”


    Dillon wanted to say something else, but Filip was already driving away in his car.


    Looking at the rear of that Maybach, Dillon gasped andughed and had to drive himself to get a midnight snack.


    By the time Filip arrived at the hospital, Starry was already on an IV.


    Izabe was sitting beside her, and she looked as pale as she did when he saw her that afternoon.


    There were not many people on this side of the drip room in the emergency area, and Filip was standing there so that Starry could see him as soon as he looked over.


    He stood for only a moment, then turned away.


    By the time Dillon arrived at the hospital, it was almost forty minutester.


    He parked his car and grabbed a packed midnight snack and walked to the front door of the emergency area.


    Walking to the front door, he realized that Filip was standing aside in the smoking area smoking. It was not a bad night, with the bright moon high in the sky.


    Dillon walked over and tapped Filip on the shoulder: “Thrown out?”


    Filip looked at him askance and his eyes fell on the bag he was carrying, “What did you buy?”


    “Porridge.”


    Dillon finished and raised an eyebrow, “What, are you hungry?”


    Filip didn’t bother to pay attention to him: “Send it in.”


    “What about you?”


    Filip didn’t say anything, turned around and walked out.


    Dillon subconsciously chased after him, “What, did you really just get kicked out?”


    “If you don’t send it in, this porridge of yours will get cold!”


    Filip looked at him askance, the eyes like looking at a fool.


    Dillon huffed and ignored him, turning around and walking in toward the emergency area.


    He saw Izabe and Starry at once, and Starry seemed to be asleep.


    Dillon walked over, “How’s it going?”


    Hearing his voice, Starry, whose eyes were originally closed, opened his eyes: “Mr. Baxter.”


    Dillon handed the porridge to Izabe, “You sound serious with that voice!”


    “tonsillitis.”


    Izabe unwrapped the porridge and handed it to Starry: “Starry, have some porridge.”


    Starry nodded, she had actually been hungry for a long time, but with the IV, the hunger wasn’t very obvious.


    Izabe was not hungry, but that porridge porridge is too fragrant, tolerated a while, did not resist eating up.


    Dillon sat down next to Izabe, “What did the doctor say?”


    “Fever, and tonsillitis.”


    Izabe said, nced at Starry, saw that she was seriously drinking porridge, couldn’t help but subdue her voice and asked Dillon: “Brother, wasn’t it Filip who told you to call me to ask where Starry was?”


    When Dillon heard this, people were shocked: “How do you know that?”


    Izabe rolled her eyes: “Isn’t it obvious that Filip asked you to tell me that Starry wasn’t feeling well, isn’t it because he wanted me to take Starry to the hospital? And he asked you to call me to ask where the hospital is, isn’t it because he wants toe?”


    Speaking of which, Izabe looked around, “Where is he?”


    Dillon tsked, “Downstairs! He arrived twenty minutes before me, I just saw him smoking downstairs, then I came up and he didn’te up, I thought he was driven down by you guys!”


    Izabe thought it was strange: “No, I haven’t seen him at all!”


    What’s more, who dares to drive Filip ah!


    Dillon tsked, “So he’s here and he’s noting up, what’s this all about?”


    Izabe shrugged, “I wouldn’t know about that.”


    Who knows!