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In less than ten minutes, they had reached the entrance of Ye Family Villa.

As soon as they entered the house, Ye Huayun, Xiao Ai and the other two young female servants welcomed them at the door.

Brother, hide in the car. When we all go upstairs, I'll get my aunt to come down and pick you up. If anything happens, I'll tell you right away. Ye Tiancheng first warned Ye Yiqing in a serious manner, then held An Yimo and walked towards the room.

Ye Huayun and the others who saw An Yimo in his arms were shocked, he looked like he was extremely pale and weak.

"Tiancheng, hurry up and carry her upstairs. I have informed the best military doctor. He will be here soon. Grandpa is sleeping upstairs. Should I wake him up?" Ye Huayun helped support An Yimo, and the group hurried up the stairs.

"No need, grandpa is old and wants him to sleep, don't wake him up. In any case, he won't be able to help and there will be one more person to worry about." Ye Tiancheng hurriedly walked up the stairs with a brisk pace, and said sternly: "I still have some things on my carriage, Aunt, help me carry them. There are Xiao Ai and the rest here, so I temporarily do not need your help."

With that, he gave Ye Huayun a look. Ye Huayun immediately understood and stopped, nodding as he walked towards the garage.

Seeing that Ye Huayun had left, the Xiao Ai immediately went to her position, and helped Ye Tiancheng to help him go up the stairs quickly.

When they reached upstairs, Ye Tiancheng carried An Yimo to the bathroom and ordered: "Xiao Ai, go get some water." Then he pointed to another maid and said, "You, go and get some clean clothes and dry towels. Hurry."

When Ye Tiancheng carried An Yimo to the bathroom and took off her clothes, Xiao Ai had already set up the water temperature for her. The two of them simply washed An Yimo's hair and clothes, and the other maid sent a towel and a clean nightgown in, and the few of them quickly dried her hair and dressed her up. Ye Tiancheng had wanted to carry her to sleep, but Xiao Ai said: "Young Master, you should also wash.

Ye Tiancheng had originally wanted to say that it was fine if he was sick, but he thought that if he didn't change his body, with his body covered in water and blood, and he was still dirty, he could only nod in agreement.

He quickly bathed and changed into clean clothes. When he came out, he saw that An Yimo had already been settled down by the servants, including Xiao Ai, and was lying on the bed. From afar, he could see that long jet-black hair was scattered across his pure white pillow.

"Why did you cover her up so much?" Ye Tiancheng frowned, although the house was releasing cold air, but since he was holding back his fever, it became even worse.

"Young Master, Young Madam has always said she's cold." The Xiao Ai glanced at Ye Tiancheng with difficulty, and said: "We are also unable to wake her up. She did not react to the wound on her arm.

Ye Tiancheng remained silent as he sat down beside An Yimo. He pulled away the blanket and picked up her hand to check his elbow, only to discover that after the rain had stopped and returned to the ice-cold temperature, her hand was as hot as hot iron. Now, however, touching her body's other parts, he realized how frighteningly hot it was.

The injury on his elbow was simply covered with gauze by Xiao Ai and the others. The gauze was also soaked through, making it seem that blood was still flowing non-stop.

"Did you take your temperature?" Ye Tiancheng asked.

The Xiao Ai's expression became heavy: "I used a quick thermometer, and now I even tried using mercury. I still haven't taken it out yet."

Ye Tiancheng frowned. He took out the temperature meter from the small medicine box quickly, and that thermometer kept on calling the police. When Ye Tiancheng saw it, it was 415 degrees.

"Take off the quilt and a cold towel. You, go get some dry ice and wrap it with a towel." Ye Tiancheng instructed.

"Yes."

The three maids answered in unison, each in their own business.

First, Xiao Ai removed the thick cotton blanket from An Yimo's body, and then handed a wrung out cold towel to Ye Tiancheng by another maid. Ye Tiancheng took it and placed it on An Yimo's forehead, he thought for a moment, then pulled out the mercury thermometer from under her armpit.

Such high body temperature... This is bad.

He had to cool her down quickly or she would burn.

"Xiao Ai, go heat up another pot of hot water and give her some water."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Close the windows and doors. Turn off the cold air. Right now, the most important thing is for her to drink water and sweat."

Xiao Ai nodded and followed along.

nodded to Ye Tiancheng, who seemed to have more or less finished his work there. Ye Tiancheng nodded slightly, and Ye Huayun looked at An Yimo who was lying on the bed worriedly. "How is it? How is Yi Mo? "

"Fever, close to 42 degrees." As Ye Tiancheng said this, the dry ice that the maid passed over landed on her forehead and covered the air-conditioned blanket that she was wearing. Then, he simply laid down and hugged her, making her sweat.

The room was cold, the doors and windows were all wide open, and after a while, it became extremely sultry. Everyone except for An Yimo, who was covered in sweat.

Although her forehead was pressed against the dry ice to reduce the fever, her body was so tightly wrapped up that she was naturally sweating.

Xiao Ai's side boiled water, poured it into a cup, and then poured it into the cold water to cool it. Not long later, a large cup of warm water was brought over: "Young Master, the warm water is here."

Ye Tiancheng got up and helped An Yimo up, then received the cup and gently poured it into An Yimo's mouth. An Yimo pursed her lips and drank a bit, and the water flowed down the corner of her lips.

"Yi Mo has already lost consciousness. She can't even drink it." Ye Huayun said anxiously at the side.

Xiao Ai also said: "That's right, what should we do? Otherwise, we might as well wait for the doctor to come. Maybe we can get rid of the fever faster. "

Ye Tiancheng said: "Even if the doctor came, it would still be to apply the antipyretic needle on the antipyretic medicine, how can it be done so quickly? She can't even drink water, so she definitely can't take antipyretic medicine. However, if this goes on, it won't be a solution, so it's better for me to give her some water. "

"But she can't drink it. Should we wake her up?" Xiao Ai suggested.

Ye Huayun hurriedly nodded. Just as he was about to go over and call An Yimo, Ye Tiancheng shook his head and said, "Let me feed him."

Before the few of them could react, they saw Ye Tiancheng raise the cup of water and gulp down a large mouthful of water. Then, he aimed at An Yimo's lips and ruthlessly imprinted it onto the ground …

Warm water slowly flowed down her lips and flowed down her lips …

"Umm …"

An Yimo muttered to herself as she opened her mouth to drink the water. After drinking it all in one gulp, she coughed a few times and closed her eyes in a daze.

Ah, this method is quite effective!

Ye Huayun blinked his eyes. In his heart, Ye Huayun actually liked this kind of "interaction" between them, and hurriedly encouraged them, "Tiancheng, continue, continue feeding more water to Yi Mo, only then will she recover quickly."

Ye Tiancheng rolled his eyes at Ye Huayun and continued to feed him water.

Just like that, he poured himself a large cup of water.

"Xiao Ai, bring me another cup."

Ye Tiancheng touched An Yimo's back. It was hot and damp, and looked like he had sweated a lot, which was still useful. He hurriedly wrapped her in his blanket, so that he wouldn't have to blow the wind through her body again.

Very quickly, Xiao Ai brought another large cup of warm water over. Ye Tiancheng continued to drink another large cup of water with the method he had just used.

During this period, aside from coughing twice, An Yimo did not resist at all. It was unknown if it was because she was too tired or something else.

After he finished feeding another cup of water, Ye Tiancheng wrapped his blanket tightly around An Yimo and waited for a few minutes. An Yimo was sweating all over, her clothes were drenched, her forehead and cheeks were drenched in sweat, and her neck was wrapped in sweaty hair.

The maid quickly tied up An Yimo's hair, and Ye Tiancheng said: "Take your clothes to change your wet clothes, Xiao Ai will go get some warm water, the doctor should be here soon."

Seeing An Yimo perspiring profusely, Ye Tiancheng's heart more or less relaxed. After the doctor came and gave him the antipyretic needle, she should be much better.

The warm water from Xiao Ai was brought over once again. Ye Tiancheng still found the way just now to feed An Yimo some water, and after drinking another cup of water, he placed her on the ground, then wiped her sweat to prevent her clothes from getting wet again.

"Cold, so cold …"

In a daze, An Yimo would occasionally utter these words.

Ye Tiancheng frowned, he was extremely worried.

"Young Master, Young Madam's hands lost a lot of blood …"

Xiao Ai suddenly called out.

Ye Tiancheng looked down, and sure enough, the thick layer of gauze that he had just wrapped was completely soaked in blood.

"Why isn't the doctor here yet?" Ye Tiancheng was furious.

If he did not find out at the place where he found An Yimo that she fell down and was not hurt, he would have been even more furious!

Thinking back to when he found An Yimo, and seeing that there was such a small black dot on the wound on her elbow, she must have stabbed something in.

"Wait, I'll go down and take a look." Ye Huayun immediately said, and went downstairs.

A few servants stood anxiously at the side. Ye Tiancheng's face was gloomy, but hearing An Yimo's shouts, he simply climbed into the blanket and hugged her.

In such a hot weather, with the cold air turned off, it was torture for him to lie down and hold a feverish person, but he did not move at all.

Suddenly, an ice-cold object came over and she crawled over, hugging Ye Tiancheng's waist greedily. Her cheeks were like a kitten's, as they snuck into Ye Tiancheng's neck.

The pitiful Ye Tiancheng, a normal man, couldn't have any evil thoughts when he was tightly hugged by An Yimo. He could only allow her to hold him tightly.