After the plane took off and entered a stable flight state.
The personal doctor knocked on the door to the lounge.
"Come in." Dylan Wellington tucked the blanket around Skye Brown, who lay unconscious on the bed, and said in a deep voice.
He had left too hurriedly earlier and didn't have time to ask someone to prepare antipyretic medicine for Skye Brown.
Now, looking at the increasingly pale face of the woman, feeling the burning heat in her palm, and thinking of the shocking bloodstains.
Dylan Wellington's face was so dark it seemed water could drip from it.
When the female personal doctor, specially instructed by Dylan Wellington and brought in by Tom Nelson, entered with the first aid kit, she was greeted with such an expression from Mr. Wellington.
The personal doctor was secretly alarmed, closed the door, and cautiously said, "Mr. Wellington..."
"Don't ask unnecessary questions. Come over and check her condition... she's running a fever." Dylan Wellington said coldly.
