"Halle, what should we do? Should we send him to the hospital?"
Bruce was dragged into the room and had been sleeping on their bed. Hilla was so anxious that she tightened the corner of her clothes and bit her lips.
She wanted Bruce to suffer a little, but she did not want him to get sick.
Bruce had been sleeping since entering the house. She did not dare to wake him up.
But she was even more afraid that Bruce would not wake up.
Halle looked at anxious Hilla. She shook her head and thought, "You are so worried about him. Then why are you angry with him?"
She was like a child who could not control her temper.
"He just had a little fever. Hasn't he taken medicine? He is an adult and has the ability to recover."
Bruce was in his prime. His body was at its best. A little cold could not kill him. Hilla glanced at Bruce and kept worried, "But why hasn't he woken up?"
