Chapter 1798 Wouldn’t Fall Into The Water

That night, Byron's high fever fluctuated as Rosalie expected.

Just like a repeated tug-of-war, his temperature dropped and then went up before slowly dropping again. Near dawn, his fever rose to 38.7 degrees again.

The fever medication could only be taken once every six hours. Rosalie saw that it wasn’t time yet, so she immediately switched to a physical cooling method.

She wiped down Byron's body over and over again. After an hour-long battle, his temperature finally dropped again.

Byron was constantly half-awake throughout the whole process. The color on his face gradually became normal, but his lips were slightly pale. He looked exhausted.

"Honey, thank you for your hard work." The man's eyes were hazy. He fell back asleep after he finished speaking.

Rosalie felt that the situation was amiss. A common fever and cold would not be so serious.

She immediately brought a few test tubes, drew two tubes of blood quickly, and called Luther to watch over Byron.

Luther was still figh