He was worried, but he wasn't very good at taking care of patients either.
So he remembered Juanita.
In the past, Juanita often came to the police station for Karl, bringing her own bakery snacks, milk tea and a lot of other things. There were many times when Karl was not in the station and he received her, so he had Juanita's phone number.
He knew Juanita and Joyce were close friends, and after something like this, he thought she might be able to persuade Karl.
By the way, she could also take care of Karl. Anyway, girls were certainly better than he was at something like this. She was more careful and she could cook.
Juanita used the code given to her by Franklin, unlocked the door and entered Karl's home.
This was the first time she had been in the apartment of a man.
It was not quite like what she expected.
Karl's home was neat and clean just like what he usually was.
She could hardly find any extra items in his apartment. The décor used a lot of cool colors and looked simple but elegant. The items were also neatly arranged.
After looking around, she gently pushed open the door of his bedroom.
In the middle of the room, there was a European-style bed and Karl was lying on the bed. He was curled up and not covered with a quilt, and he seemed to be shivering all the time.
Juanita put down the thermos in her hand, which contained the porridge with vegetable and minced meat that she had prepared.
She gently stepped forward and reached out to feel Karl's forehead.
God, it's hot.
With her experience, he must be having a fever now.
The fever must be reduced immediately.
The events of the past few days made her feel like she was in a dream.
She only learned about what happened when she saw the news.
Joyce was her best friend, and she fell off a cliff. No one could find her, and after so many days, they could not even find her body.
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