Han Qiqing puffed up her cheeks.
But her mouth was really dry, so she compromised and drank water.
After a few minutes, the nurse came in to give her an injection and infusion, took her temperature, and reminded her again to drink more water.
When you have a fever, you are afraid that the fever will not go away and that the fever will recur, so you must drink more water.
Song Shijun answered the question and the nurse went out.
As soon as Han Qiqing moved to a comfortable position to lean on, a cup appeared in front of her.
Song Shijun said, "Drink more water."
Han Qiqing glanced at him, clicked her tongue helplessly, took the cup and drank water.
After half an hour, he poured her water again.
Han Qiqing almost wanted to cry, "Are you treating me like a bucket?"
Seeing that she seemed to be in much better spirits, Song Shijun reached out to check her body temperature and said with a smile, "Drinking water seems to be useful. Your fever has gone down a lot. After the infusion, the fever should be completely gone."
Han Qiqing pointed to the infusion bottle and said, "Why didn't you say that the infusion was helpful?"
Song Shijun did not continue to argue with her on this issue.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
Han Qiqing was lost in thought from time to time and didn't know what she was thinking. When she heard his question, she raised her head and thought for a while and said, "I'm a little hungry and want to eat something sweet."
Song Shijun said, "Then let me buy you some sugar water? The sugar water should be drinkable, right?"
It's time for afternoon tea now.
Han Qiqing said, "Ask the nurse when you go out. Anyway, don't buy porridge. I don't want to drink porridge."
Song Shijun nodded and stood up from the chair.
"Then I'm going out. Just stay there and don't run around."
Han Qiqing responded perfunctorily, "I know, I know, go quickly and buy me some desserts."
"Yeah." Song Shijun took his coat and went out.
Han Qiqing leaned on the bedside and looked sideways at the dripping infusion. Suddenly there was the sound of the door opening.
She thought it was Song Shijun who had forgotten something and came back. She was about to tease him, but when she turned her head, she found that the person coming was Li Yizhen.
The corners of Han Qiqing's lips that were about to rise immediately dropped.
Li Yizhen held a bouquet of flowers in her hand, walked over with a smile, and handed the flowers to her.
"Xiaoqing, I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I'm late."
Han Qiqing didn't want to pick her up, so she turned around and motioned for her to put the flowers aside.
"Where is my brother?" I asked this question unconsciously as soon as I opened my mouth.
Li Yizhen had a smile in her eyes, "He should be at work. It's okay. I will take care of you."
Han Qiqing doesn't need her to take care of her. Shijun is enough for her.
Li Yizhen sat beside the bed and held her hand affectionately.
Han Qiqing frowned in disgust.
This girl has so many scenes, as if she is really her sister.
Li Yizhen looked at her pale little face and said distressedly, "When you said you were sick, I was worried to death. Fortunately, you are fine. You are just too stubborn. The servants noticed that you were not feeling well in the morning and told you." I called the doctor, but you refused. If you had called the doctor earlier, it wouldn't have become so serious."
Han Qiqing withdrew her hand expressionlessly.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
It was really unbearable for her to listen to this woman's hypocritical words.
Li Yizhen looked at her and suddenly reached out to probe her head.
Han Qiqing hid in disgust, "What are you doing?"
Li Yizhen smiled slightly, "I see your face is a little red, and I want to know if your fever has gone down, so I can tell your brother so he won't worry."
Han Qiqing's heart sank.
Her brother is worried about her, so he should come over to see her himself instead of asking this woman to pass on the message, right
What does this mean
(End of chapter)