Chapter 184
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Doctor Xia used the band-aid to fix the needle in place before raising his head to look at Song Qingchun. Probably because of her pale face, he assumed she was worried, so he consoled her kindly, "Little girl, don't worry, with me here, he will be fine."
Actually, she wasn't worried; she was just scared by the situation earlier. He wouldn't wake up no matter how hard she tried, and his fever was so high that it felt like he was going to die at any moment … Song Qingchun saw how confident Doctor Xia was, and her heart finally relaxed. She smiled at Doctor Xia, signaled for him to take a seat, and went downstairs to pour him a glass of water.
Su Zhinian's drip had two large bottles, and it would take at least three hours. Doctor Xia was old, so after one hour, he started to fall asleep on the sofa.
Song Qingchun had never studied medicine before, but when she was taking care of Song Menghwa at the hospital, she had learned how to remove the needles from the nurses.
Afraid that Doctor Xia might catch a cold, he said, "Doctor Xia, I'll go clean up the guest room. You should go and rest; I'll stay here and watch over him. I know how to remove the needles."
"You know how to remove needles?" Doctor Xia asked. When he saw Song Qingchun nod, he stretched lazily and walked to the bed to feel Su Zhinian's pulse. He said, "Since you know how to remove needles, how about this, I'll go back first. I'm getting old, and it's hard to sleep in a different place. Currently, his condition is stable, and the fever should be gone by midnight …"
Doctor Xia said as he rummaged through the medicine box. He pulled out several bottles of medicine and placed them before Song Qingchun. He gave her instructions on how to take them before adding, "Make sure he takes these three meals a day for at least seven days. I'll come back tomorrow night to change his IV drip and bandages."
"Thank you, Doctor Xia." Song Qingchun walked Doctor Xia out the door, and after he got into his car, she added, "Drive safe."
"You'd better go up, the patient upstairs needs you more." Doctor Xia pointed at the second floor and started the engine.
Song Qingchun waited until the car had left the hospital before she went upstairs.
The television in the bedroom was still on, playing commercials. The drama that she had been watching had finished. Song Qingchun sat on the sofa and flipped through the channels with the remote. She didn't come across anything interesting, so she switched it off.
When Doctor Xia was there, he would occasionally chat with her, but now that he had left and the television was off, the room felt deserted. Song Qingchun sat on the sofa, spacing out for a while before turning to look at Su Zhinian.
The man was still asleep, and the drip in the first drip was almost empty.
Song Qingchun stood up and walked to the bedside. After waiting for a while, she changed the drip bottle. It was almost 11 pm, and Song Qingchun was starting to feel sleepy. Afraid that she might fall asleep sitting up, she decided to stand guard by the bedside.
The room was so quiet that Song Qingchun could hear the liquid dripping from the drip tube.
She stared at the drip bottle for a while before her gaze fell on the bed. Then, it slowly moved from the mattress to Su Zhinian's face.
In her memory, this was the first time she had seen him injured.
His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and there was no sign of life on his face. His face, which was already like a painting, now looked like a soulless piece of art.
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