Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 245 - Get Well Soon, QiQi
Chapter 245: Chapter 245 Get Well Soon, QiQi
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“Doctor Camden, how is Miss Yale?” Butler Santana asked warily.
It was already seven in the morning.
She had found Jasmine Yale unconscious on the floor in the morning and had immediately called for a doctor.
Mr. Cheney had specially instructed her before leaving yesterday, to take good care of the young master and Jasmine Yale.
But now…
She was also frightened, her face showing panic.
“She has a cold, fever, and low blood sugar.” The doctor put away his stethoscope, “Let’s start with an IV.”
“Yes, yes, please proceed as you see fit.”
“Uh-huh.”
The doctor skillfully put on gloves and prepared a solution.
Chale Cheney came running, distresse.
He collapsed onto the bed, shaking Jasmine’s hand: “Jasy, Jasy, don’t ignore me, wake up…”
Butler Santana pulled him back: “Young master, it’s okay, Miss Yale is just sick, don’t disturb her.”
“I won’t disturb Jasy, I’ll be good.”
Chale sat obediently, not calling out anymore.
His large eyes blinked as he focused on Jasmine’s face, looking worried.
Jasy was sick, and he felt awful too.
“Well, young master, I’ll have someone take you to your piano teacher.” Butler Santana held him.
“I want to take care of Jasy.”
Chale looked up at Butler Santana, his face full of anticipation.
“There’s no need, I will take care of Miss Yale. You should focus on your studies. Miss Yale likes well-behaved children.”
After thinking for a moment, Chale nodded his head.
Butler Santana had him taken away.
Doctor Camden was treating Jasmine Yale and quickly set up the IV.
“Let her have the IV drip for now. Once her fever subsides, let her have some light food,” Doctor Camden instructed, “Don’t let her tire herself out.”
Butler Santana nodded quickly: “I understand.”
“Alright, I’m leaving for now. If there’s anything, just call me directly.”
“Okay, thank you Doctor Camden.”
Butler Santana escorted Doctor Camden downstairs, her face written with worry.
Not long after, Chale ran upstairs again.
He carried a fruit tray, laden with oranges, blueberries, apples… all kinds of fruits.
He tiptoed into the room and placed the fruit tray on Jasmine’s bedside.
Chale lay by the bedside, watching Jasmine. His long eyelashes fluttered constantly.
“Jasy, get well soon. Jasy, come play with me,” Chale murmured.
His small hand held Jasmine’s, and he climbed onto the bed to give her a peck on the cheek.
Butler Santana entered just then, quickly pulling Chale away.
“Young master, you should leave the room for now. Miss Yale has a cold, which is contagious.”
Children have weaker immunity, so she feared the little one might catch her cold as well.
Chale was reluctantly pulled outside by Butler Santana, looking quite upset.
“I want to stay with Jasy…”
He looked at Butler Santana, the corners of his eyes glistening.
“Didn’t we just agree? You should focus on your studies. When you return, Miss Yale will have woken up,” Butler Santana consoled him.
Chale thought for a long time before reluctantly agreeing to Butler Santana.
Butler Santana signaled to a servant, and they led Chale away.
As for the situation, Butler Santana wasn’t sure if she should phone Mr. Cheney.
After considering, she decided to make the call anyway.
Even if Mr. Cheney blamed her, she could tell that he was very concerned about Miss Yale.
Having been with Mr. Cheney for three years in Lonton, she had never seen him let a woman stay overnight. Jasmine Yale was the first.
She walked towards the table, preparing to use the landline.
“Butler Santana, how is Miss Yale?” Tomer approached and asked.
However, Butler Santana had not dialed the call yet. She put down the phone and smiled: “She’s fine. Doctor Camden has already seen her..”
