Chapter 447
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When these questions crossed Song Qingchun's mind, for some reason, the blood in her body started to flow in reverse. Her heart skipped three times, and an indescribable feeling spread through her body.
It wasn't until she buttoned up his shirt and covered him with the blanket that she couldn't see the scar that the strange feeling in her body slowly dissipated.
…
Similar to the time when Su Zhinian was injured in the head, Doctor Xia came to give Su Zhinian a checkup, put him on an IV drip, and left some medicine before leaving.
When Song Qingchun sent Doctor Xia downstairs, she purposely asked Doctor Xia how the wound on Su Zhinian's abdomen came about.
When Doctor Xia heard that, his expression turned weird. After a long pause, he put on his usual smile and said, "I'm not too sure about that. When I saw him, he was already like this."
Instinct told Song Qingchun that Doctor Xia was lying, but she couldn't find any evidence. Furthermore, if Doctor Xia didn't want to talk about it, she couldn't force him. Therefore, she believed him and bade him farewell.
After Doctor Xia left, she returned to the bedroom upstairs. She sat beside Su Zhinian, who was receiving the drip. For some reason, her mind wandered back to that scar. She had a feeling … that scar was hiding a secret that no one knew about.
…
Three hours later, Song Qingchun pulled out the IV drip. She used a cotton swab to press on his wrist to stop the bleeding and applied a band-aid on it. She raised her hand to touch his head. The fever was still there. Afraid that he might suddenly feel unwell again in the middle of the night, she continued to stay by his bedside.
The night slowly turned around. Song Qingchun's drowsiness deepened. She forced her eyes open and occasionally reached out to touch Su Zhinian's head.
Song Qingchun had no idea how many times she repeated this action. It was not until the sun was about to rise that Su Zhinian's fever finally subsided. The exhausted Song Qingchun collapsed beside the bed and closed her eyes.
When Su Zhinian opened his eyes, the sky was already bright. The summer sun filtered through the open curtains and lit up half the room.
After the fever, his body was exhausted and weak. He stared at the ceiling for a while before he remembered what had happened last night.
He remembered trying his best to endure the pain in his body, waiting for Song Qingchun to leave, but in the end, before he knew it, he had already lost consciousness. But now, he was in his own home.
Su Zhinian turned his eyes to study the interior of the room.
There was a portable infusion stand beside the bed with two empty infusion bottles hanging from it. The IV drip was stuck in the bottle caps, and there was a band-aid on the back of his hand.
His brows furrowed as if he understood something. He sat up in bed and saw Song Qingchun lying on the edge of the bed, fast asleep.
The sunlight from the window shone on her upper body, turning her hair and the mud on her face into a golden color.
She had not changed out of her clothes. They were still the same clothes she had gotten when she fell down last night. The dirty water on her clothes had already dried and were covered with patches of mud.
Her hands and arms had been washed, and they were white and clean as a pillow under her head.
So … after he fainted last night, she brought him back?
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