In the middle of the night, the man did have a high fever and was a little unconscious.
Su Xianghui followed doctor Zhou's instructions and lowered the man's temperature.
However, when the man was unconscious, his brows were tightly furrowed.
As the blood on his body had been cleaned, his appearance was revealed. He was really beautiful and handsome.
However, the sword scar on his face destroyed that sense of beauty.
However, su Xianghui had read too many novels and felt that the sword wound on the man's face added a hint of domineering aura.
The man seemed to be a little uneasy in his sleep.
His forehead was covered in sweat."Why, why ..."
"Why are you doing this to me ..."
"Why ..."
……
Su Xianghui could hear them clearly from the side. She felt a little upset when she heard the sad accusations.
Because the desolation and despair in his voice made people sigh.
