Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Bo Yu, I’m asking you a question!”
His orbs were pensive as he led her to a deserted corner. “Ye Erruo, it’s not that Young Master is afraid of dogs but rather that he can’t touch dogs, not even a strand of their hair. I hope you’ll take note of this in the future!”
She could not believe her ears. He can’t touch dogs?
“Why? Is it due to illness?”
“No, Young Master has been unable to touch dogs or any part of them ever since he was young. Dog meat or dog fur is something he cannot come in contact with.” His eyes spoke more than his words. He knew that even if he did not reveal this to her, his master would do so when he woke up.
She answered with a frown, “I understand.”
No wonder she’d never had dog meat in this place…
“His fever will last for at least three days. The longest it’ll drag on is half a month before he gets well.” His assistant seemed to be well-acquainted with this scenario.
Her face turned cold at his update. “Three days?”
He was lying on the bed not far from them, so she could see that the man’s face was burning red now and she felt really guilty. How had he contracted such a strange illness?
Half an hour later, the doctor emerged from the room looking haggard from administering treatment. All the servants had been dismissed prior to that.
“Please apply this ointment three times a day on Young Master. His rash will subside completely after two days. It’s also alright if you don’t apply it. It’ll subside once his fever goes down,” the physician said.
“Leave it to me.”
She took the ointment and touched his forehead with the back of her palm. “Why is it so hot?”
“He’s burning at 40 degrees. Of course it’ll be hot,” Bo Yu told her.
“40 degrees?” Her volume rose when she heard this figure. One’s brain might be damaged even below such a high temperature. A normal human being would not be able to withstand this high temperature over an extended period of time.
“Don’t tell me his body temperature will hover around 40 degrees for the next three days?”
“Yes, Madam. His fever struck fast but it will dissipate just as fast. Don’t worry, Young Madam. Young Master can still handle this kind of temperature.”
“What about antipyretic medicine? Could it bring the temperature down?” Even a reduction of one degree was worth a try!
“It won’t help. Young Master has to resist the bug on his own.”
Her heart ached at the thought. Resist on his own?
“Alcohol and other physical means may work, but Young Master does not like the smell of alcohol.”
“Are there any side effects to using this ointment in combination with alcohol?”
“No, there aren’t, Young Madam. You can use alcohol with the ointment.” The doctor reassured her.
“Bo Yu, go and get ready.”
“Yes, Madam.”
When she was left alone with him in the room, she slowly unbuttoned his top. As she looked at the rash densely spread across his neck and right down to the torso, she broke out in cold sweat. The annular lesions were bulgy with raised edges, making the fear in her heart expand exponentially.
Trypophobia might be common in most people, but hers was especially severe. As she observed the patches of red on his body, she could feel her every pore constricting.
Strangely, though, his face was unaffected. The rash was everywhere on his body… except for his face.
“Young Madam, the towels are here…” The servant brought in towels and a pail of water as she jumped at the sight of the rash outbreak on his body.
“Put them down and leave,” she instructed with displeasure.
“Yes, madam.”
“You knew that you couldn’t touch a dog, yet you still tried to get hold of it.” She reprimanded him in her heart as she watched him, sound asleep, with heart-wrenching pain. She tried not to look at his rash while picking up the towel next to her. Instead of applying the ointment, she chose to bring his temperature down first.