Chapter 550: Chapter 550 Jasmine Yale, You Little Liar
Joe Heath quickly brought Jasmine Yale to the hospital.
Infusion, injection, feeding medicine, after more than an hour of efforts, Jasmine’s high fever was still not abating.
“Jasmine, Jasmine!” Joe called out near her ear, “Wake up.”
Joe was very anxious.
If the fever went on , something terrible might happen.
“Doctor!” Joe called out worriedly, “Why is the fever not going down? Have you run out of options?”
“Mr. Heath, don’t worry, we’re trying our best.”
The doctors were already in a state of confusion.
They had tried all kinds of methods, but the temperature did not drop at all.
Several needles had been inserted into Jasmine’s arm, and it pained Joe to watch.
Time ticked by minute by minute, night passed, but Jasmine hadn’t woken up.
“Jasmine, can you hear me? This is Joe Heath. Wake up and we’ll go to Singapore.” Joe gently shook her arm.
His handsome brows were full of fatigue and exhaustion.
He hadn’t closed his eyes in a full day and night.
He kept talking, but it seemed as if Jasmine hadn’t heard anything.
There was no sign of waking up.
Worse, Jasmine’s fever showed no signs of receding!
“Do you have any solution or not?” Joe lashed out at the doctors, “It’s just a fever, can’t this be cured? What’s the use of you all then!”
“Mr. Heath.” The lead middle-aged male doctor apologized, “It’s not our problem, it’s Miss Yale who doesn’t want to wake up.”
A wave of panic surged from his feet, making him stunned.
Unwilling to wake up?
“It means that Miss Yale’s subconscious does not want to wake up, she lacks the will to live.” The doctor sighed helplessly.
All kinds of drugs had been used, she should have gotten better by now.
The only possible explanation was that Jasmine herself was reluctant to wake.
Joe closed his eyes slightly, his face more tired than before.
Did she wish to join Sylvan Cheney?
Apparently, even the coldest heart and facade can’t stand up to a deep connection formed over twelve years.
“Mr. Heath, you can try to stimulate Miss Yale’s nerves. As long as she has the will to live, everything can be managed.” The doctor suggested.
“What more can stimulate her…” Joe shook his head.
He sat by the bed, silently watching Jasmine’s face.
He gently caressed her cheek: “Jasmine, didn’t you tell me that you wanted to live a good life? He’s dead, you shouldn’t feel so much anymore.”
On the bed, Jasmine had her eyes closed, her face beautiful and tranquil.
Her long eyelashes drooped, like little fans.
“Jasmine, you’re still young, can I not accompany you in the future?” Joe Heath said lightly, “Promise me, wake up, okay? Everything else, we can discuss later.”
His hand caressed her icy cold hand.
His heart, was already frozen.
Jasmine remained unresponsive.
Joe Heath was really at a loss. He spoke a lot, but she did not react at all.
He even lied to her, saying that Sylvan Cheney had not died, that he was still alive.
She was still unresponsive.
Joe felt a chill spread over his body, had she given up on life?
When they were in Singapore, she had pledged to live a good life.
She had even said that she wanted to work hard, read books, and strive for excellence in the upcoming year.
But now… what was the point of all that?
“Jasmine Yale, you little liar.” Joe was at a loss, his eyes rimmed red.
This little liar, she didn’t want to live anymore.
Even though she was a helpless girl, was there really no one else in the world that she cared about?
If something happened to her, what would he, Joe Heath, do?