The diagnosis didn't take long and the results were out quickly. To be on the safe side, Jiang Xingzhou chose to have Song Ci have an IV drip.
Inside the clinic cubicle.
Jiang Xingzhou is doing ideological work for Song Ci.
"It will be fine after the IV drip. It won't hurt. Really, can I still lie to you?"
Song Ci curled up in the bed with the quilt pulled up high to cover below her eyes. She still looked stubborn and refused to be beaten.
"It really doesn't hurt. It's lighter than an ant sting. I can't even feel it. Really, don't be angry. You'll get better soon after the injection." Jiang Xingzhou coaxed her in a gentle voice.
Song Ci said in a muffled voice, still crying: "I don't want it, it hurts."
As he spoke, his eyes disappeared and his whole body shrank into the quilt, leaving only his head.
Jiang Xingzhou reached out and pulled her out: "It's hot, don't push it in."
His palm rubbed across Song Ci's forehead, and a layer of fine sweat beads made his palms feel wet.
However, Song Ci turned her head away angrily and didn't look at him.
Jiang Xingzhou laughed. It was quite difficult to get Song Ci to give him an IV drip.
He rubbed Song Ci's exposed red ear and leaned over to whisper, "Ci Ci."
The ear in the palm of my hand moved.
Jiang Xingzhou suddenly had an idea: "Ci Ci is obedient, and disobedient children will be taught a lesson by the teacher."
Song Ciying's pink ears instantly turned into ripe cherry color, and her ears twitched twice in succession, which was so adorable.
The compartment was silent for a long time. Song Ci groaned and made a final struggle: "But it really hurts."
When Jiang Xingzhou heard that this was a good idea, he quickly said, "Look at me when you're getting the injection, don't look at the doctor. If you really can't stand it, I'll let you bite my arm."
"Is it okay, Songci?"
After a moment of stalemate, Song Ci slowly turned her head with red eyes.
She rubbed Jiang Xingzhou's hand on the side of her face very slightly, and nodded with a whimper, like a grumpy kitten seeking comfort.
Jiang Xingzhou pinched her again and praised her, "You are so good."
"Then I'll call a doctor?"
"… Um."
She looked like she didn't want to but didn't dare to refuse, and looked so pitiful that Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but rub her head again.
As soon as he opened the door, the doctor came out with something in his hand. When he saw him, his eyes were still sharp.
Jiang Xingzhou paused, stepped aside and let the doctor in.
The way the doctor looked at him made him suspect that he had done something evil, but he discovered that the doctor seemed to look at all men with the same expression.
Jiang Xingzhou reasonably suspected that the doctor had been hurt by a man, and now she disliked all men, and when she looked at the girl, she thought the girl was deceived.
But it is indeed of high quality.
Jiang Xingzhou shrugged and quickly ran to the other side to attract Song Ci's attention.
With outsiders around, Song Ci was not as clingy as before, but when the needle was inserted, she still looked over with tears in her eyes and muttered softly, "It hurts."
Jiang Xingzhou took a look at the progress and comforted her: "Okay, it's over. It doesn't hurt anymore."
She raised her hand to wipe away Song Ci's tears. The doctor had already inserted the needle and adjusted the drip speed. He told Jiang Xingzhou to watch it and ask her to change the bottle when it was almost finished.
Jiang Xingzhou thanked the doctor and he left.
Jiang Xingzhou found a stool and sat down, and said in a tone that would fool a child: "See, I said it wouldn't hurt, right? Did I lie to you?"
Song Ci curled her lips and said, "It hurts."
Jiang Xingzhou laughed angrily, tapped her forehead lightly, and commented: "Squeamish."
"Is there anything you want to eat? I'll go get you something. You haven't had breakfast yet."
Song Ci thought for a moment and said in a frustrated tone, "I have no appetite and don't want to eat."
After saying this, she seemed to feel that she had gone too far, and really treated Jiang Xingzhou as a family member. She would get angry easily, and she would coax him when he had an injection, and she would cause trouble for him when he had a meal. Her tone was so casual, and she only showed it in front of her family.
She added: "Can I not eat it?"
Jiang Xingzhou: "... No, eat a little. I'll buy you some eight-treasure porridge."
Song Ci: “… Well, okay.”
"That's good." Jiang Xingzhou pulled the quilt over her with satisfaction, "Then lie down for a while, I'll go out and buy it for you."
"Um."
**
When Jiang Xingzhou came back, most of the first bottle had dripped out, leaving only the bottom. Song Ci was sleeping quietly with his eyes closed.
A peaceful sleeping face, light breathing, mouth slightly open, and plump skin.
Jiang Xingzhou set the breakfast in a light-footed manner and waited for a while before calling the doctor to get the second bottle of medicine.
The second bottle was a smaller one. After the doctor left, Jiang Xingzhou woke up Song Ci.
Song Ci woke up in a daze and rubbed her eyes with the hand that was not pierced with the needle: "You're back."
"Well, get up and have some porridge."
Song Ci's hands were inconvenient, so Jiang Xingzhou stepped forward to help. After sitting down, Song Ci suddenly remembered: "But I haven't washed yet."
When she just woke up this morning, her head felt heavy. When she touched her phone, she was still thinking that she was unfamiliar with the place and there was no one familiar here. The person she was most familiar with, Jiang Xingzhou, didn't want her the day before yesterday, and he was not by her side even when she was sick.
When I opened my phone, I saw dozens of messages from Jiang Xingzhou.
The latest one was the one from Jiang Xingzhou asking her to reply with at least one punctuation mark, so she replied with a period.
After briefly reading Jiang Xingzhou's explanation, I realized that I had misunderstood Jiang Xingzhou.
So she asked Jiang Xingzhou for help.
Jiang Xingzhou's subsequent series of reactions were beyond her expectations.
Jiang Xingzhou was so nervous and anxious, which made her feel less uncomfortable.
Although she had the strength to get up and change her clothes, Jiang Xingzhou still didn't give her time to wash up.
Therefore, she has not washed yet.
Jiang Xingzhou seemed to have thought of this a long time ago. He picked up one of the disposable cups and said, "Here, rinse your mouth with this warm water."
Handing the cup of warm water to Song Ci, he picked up another empty cup: “Spit here.”
Song Ci was flattered. Jiang Xingzhou was so thoughtful.
With red ears, she rinsed her mouth and spit the water into the cup held by Jiang Xingzhou. Looking at Jiang Xingzhou cleaning up the mess, she even felt that she could not take care of herself.
She amused herself. What was she thinking? She was just sick and had no strength.
But it feels really good to have someone by your side to take care of you when you are sick. Song Ci stopped Jiang Xingzhou and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Jiang Xingzhou, thank you for taking care of me. If it weren't for you, I might still be lying at home now. When..."
"Shut up." Jiang Xingzhou covered Song Ci's mouth with his hand, "Don't talk nonsense."
When Jiang Xingzhou heard Song Ci's words, he knew that the next sentence was going to be a bad assumption. He angrily pinched her cheek with a little force and pulled it twice.
"Don't make assumptions about things that didn't happen, remember?" Jiang Xingzhou warned Song Ci fiercely, "Otherwise, it won't be so easy to pinch your face next time."