My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 222 Morris’ Wound Infection

Vivian noticed a tie wrapped around his hand, dressing the wound very perfunctorily.

"What's going on with your hand?"

Vivian wistfully walked up to Morris and took his hand, giving it a closer look, "Is this what I bit at that

moment?"

"It is okay."

He drew back his hand, not wanting to worry Vivian too much, let alone see her feel guilty and blame

herself for his injury.

However ......

Morris was thinking too much after all.

"You deserve it!"

She snorted, "You just got a bite from me, but I was force to have ......"

As the “miscarriage” came to her mind, Vivian couldn't help but feel annoyed.

That time she had a miscarriage, she hemorrhaged and nearly died, if she hadn't been so lucky, she

would have died by now.

But things had eventually passed, and Vivian didn't want to talk about it too much.

She glanced at the two bowls of blood-stained water, "Mark this place, and when we get out, you have

someone examine what's in it."

"Okay."

Morris’ voice was extraordinarily gentle.

Mostly because Vivian didn't finish her words just now, some guilt and self-condemnation grew in his

heart.

"Let's go."

Vivian turned and walked out of the study, followed closely by Morris.

Walking through the large chamber, no, it was more of a dungeon than a chamber.

There were numerous rooms inside, a large meeting place, a study, a bedroom, a pharmaceutical

room, and even the two actually found a weapons room.

However, most of them are ancient weapons, which are very meaningful, yet because of their very

recent age, they cannot fetch a price even if they are put up for sale.

Vivian finally felt exhausted, and she waved her hand, "I'm too tired, I need to rest for a while."

With no drinking water and nothing to feed her belly, Vivian was so physically exhausted that she sat

down on the ground in exhaustion, without caring about the dust that fell on the ground, and lay down

to rest.

"It's dirty here, let's get you a room to rest in."

Morris crouched down next to her and spoke softly.

"No, I am too tired to move."

Vivian closed her eyes and waved her hand, just wanting to get some sleep.

Seeing her so haggard and weak, Morris was quite distressed and patted her shoulder, "Come on, get

up, I'll carry you."

He turned his back on Vivian and said to her.

Vivian who had felt tired to the core just a moment ago opened her eyes lazily, "You're really carrying

me?"

"Yeah."

Morris gestured a look towards her and motioned for her to come up.

Vivian looked at his broad back, a bit of cunning flashed under her eyes, sat up and plopped down

directly on Morris' back, "Since you want to carry me so much, then I'll reluctantly agree to your

request. But I have to make it clear, you are carrying me voluntarily. If you bump into something later,

don't blame me."

Whether Morris was really a good person, she wasn't going to miss any chance she could slack off.

The watch won't be affected too much, even though the phone can't contact the outside world right

now.

It was three in the morning since they had dropped into the chamber.

After twelve hours of walking, she was too thirsty and tired to support herself to keep going.

She lay on his back and Morris slowly got up, not only did he not find her heavy, but he felt that she

was light weight and slim, and really she should be well nourished.

With his hands on her hips, Vivian wrapped one arm around Morris' neck and carried the lantern in the

other.

In the dungeon, the two searched and found another candle lamp with a shade that wouldn't go off due

to the slight breeze brought up by walking.

Leaning on his solid back, Vivian closed her eyes with great enjoyment, "I really don't know when we'll

be able to leave here. If I can get out of here, I swear that I will be a good person and do good deeds in

this life."

"People like you can't die."

"Hahahaha, right, I thought so."

Listening to his teasing, Vivian instantly got in a better mood.

But perhaps because of the ten hours of non-stop walking, Vivian fell asleep on top of him before long.

And with the hook of the lantern hanging from her hand and the shade leaning against Morris’ body, he

was able to move forward.

Vivian on his back, her head bobbing, was nearly about to fall off every now and then.

Eventually, Morris found a bedroom, and slowly lowered the woman on a stone bed with nothing on it,

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The stone bed was dusty, but the conditions were difficult at the moment, so Morris had to let her rest,

placing the suit he was wearing over her.

After watching the weary woman drift off to sleep, Morris left a lamp by her bed, before retrieved a lamp

and lit it, looking around the room for a source of water and a way out.

Worried that Vivian would wake up at some point, he opened his phone's memo with a line that read,

[I'll go find a water source, don't run around when you wake up].

The man changed his phone to passwordless and left the memo page open lest she wouldn't be

unable to see the message he'd left.

Vivian slept for a full eight hours.

During that time, Morris didn't wake up no matter how much he shouted.

Morris was worried about her physical condition, touching her forehead every now and then, probing

her breathing every now and then, as if he was afraid that something unexpected would happen.

Because it was underground, it was late at night and the temperature was low.

Morris searched around, found the source of water, and brought in water in a vessel and placed it by

the bed.

Morris had to lie down beside her and take her into his arms when he saw her huddled into a ball in the

cold.

......

It was twelve noon the following day when Vivian woke up again.

She opened her eyes, and beside her was the enlarged face of Morris, except that the handsome face

of yesteryear had turned a little pale.

He was holding her, and Vivian clearly felt the heat of his body.

"Morris?"

Vivian shouted, but there was no response from Morris.

Her heart stuttered and she just felt something was wrong.

Reaching out, she touched her hand to his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

Vivian took the first look at the wound on the large spot of Morris’ hand that she had bitten, still dripping

with blood and completely unscabbed and unhealed.

"Oh no."

Vivian knew that it was highly likely that Morris had an infected wound that caused the fever.

She sat up from the stone bed and looked at the unconscious Morris, her heart tense with worry.

If they were still unable to leave the dungeon in a short period of time, Morris would not be able to

support.

The consequences of a persistent infection are unthinkable.

Vivian reached up anxiously and ruffled her hair, feeling doubly powerless and desperate.

After a long search around the dungeon, they couldn't find the exit!

Or, most likely, the location of the exit was found, but with a mechanism so they couldn't get out even if

they were standing by it.