Chapter: 1252

"Victor? Victor."

"Rachel..." Victor called out again softly.

“Victor? Are you awake?" When Rachel heard Victor call her name, she thought he had already regained consciousness.

However, there was no response from Victor. He had not woken up yet.

He was in the middle of a dream.

Rachel's eyes narrowed as she placed the back of her hand on

Victor's hot forehead. She couldn't believe how high his temperature was.

Soon, Roger and Lila came back.

"Take this. My sister said Victor isn't fit to take strong antipyretics right now since it will stimulate his body." Roger picked out the medicine with the minimal side effects, then took two pills and placed them in his palm. He then reached for the glass of warm water from Lila's hand and said, "Let me feed him."

"Okay," Rachel agreed.

Lila helped Victor in sitting up and placed several pillows behind his back.

Roger gently made Victor swallow the pills. After he placed them in

Victor's mouth, the latter suddenly coughed and spat the pills out.

Following that, no matter how hard Roger tried to force the pills into Victor's mouth, Victor would always have his lips shut as tight as he could. Because of this, Roger couldn't make him take medicine at all.

“What should we do?" Lila asked anxiously.

"If he doesn't take those pills, his fever will never go down. Maybe we can grind the pills into powder and let him take it with water."

Roger stared at the pills in his hand. The box contained only four pills. Victor spewed out two of them. One pill fell to the floor because he refused to take it. There was only one left.

"Don't grind it into powder," Roger reminded.

"That will destroy the medicine's effect. The best way is to urge him to ingest the pill."

“Oh, right..."

I'll give it a try," Rachel said as she looked at Roger.

Roger raised his head and fixed his gaze on Rachel's eyes. His hand holding the glass froze for a brief second, but soon, he nodded. He then let Victor lean against the pillows, stood up, and handed the glass of water and pill to Rachel.

Rachel approached the bedside. As soon as she sat beside Victor, she heard him say "Rachel" in a hoarse voice.

"I'LL go downstairs and cook noodles for you, Rachel.” Roger glanced at Victor, who was still unresponsive, and then back at Rachel.

"It's getting late. You haven't eaten anything yet."