2953 He doesnât dote on her anymore (3)
Han qiqing puffed up her cheeks.
However, her mouth was really dry, so she compromised and drank the water.
After a few minutes, the nurse came in to give her an IV and take her temperature. She reminded her to drink more water.
When one had a fever, one was afraid that the fever would not go down, and two was afraid that the fever would repeat, so one had to drink more water.
Song Shijun replied to the nurse, who then left.
Han qiqing had just shifted to a more comfortable position when a cup appeared in front of her.
drink more water, â song Shijun said.
Han qiqing looked at him and tsked a little helplessly. She took the cup and drank some water.
After half an hour, he poured her another glass of water.
Han qiqing wanted to cry. are you treating me like a water bucket? â
Seeing that she seemed to be in better spirits, song Shijun reached out to check her temperature and laughed. drinking water seems to be useful. Your fever has subsided a lot. After the infusion, your fever should be completely gone.
Han qiqing pointed at the IV bottle and said, â why donât you say that the IV drip works? â
Song Shijun didnât continue to argue with her about this.
âAre you hungry?â He asked.
Han qiqing was lost in her thoughts from time to time. When she heard his question, she looked up and thought for a moment before saying, â Iâm a little hungry. I want to eat ... Something sweet.
Song Shijun said, â should I buy you some sugar water? The sugar water should be drinkable, right?â
It was time for afternoon tea.
Han qiqing said, â ask the nurse when you go out. Just donât buy porridge. I donât want to eat porridge.
Song Shijun nodded and got up from his chair.
âThen Iâll go out. Be good and stay here. Donât run around.â
Han qiqing replied perfunctorily, â I know, I know. Go quickly and buy me some desserts.
âYes.â Song Shijun took his coat and went out.
Han qiqing leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the drip.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening.
She thought that song Shijun had forgotten something and returned. She was about to tease him when she turned around and saw that it was li Yizhen.
The corners of han qiqingâs lips that were about to lift up immediately dropped.
Li Yizhen was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She walked over with a smile and handed the flowers to her.
âXiao Qing, Iâm sorry. I had something to do, so Iâm late.â
Han qiqing didnât want to pick her up, so she turned her head and motioned for her to put the flowers aside.
âWhereâs my brother?â He asked this question unconsciously.
Li Yizhen smiled, â he should be at work. Donât worry, Iâll take care of you.
Han qiqing didnât need her to take care of her. Shijun was enough for her.
Li Yizhen sat by the bed and even held her hand affectionately.
Han qiqing frowned in disgust.
This woman had so many scenes, as if she was really her sister.
Li Yizhen looked at her pale little face and said with heartache, â when they said you were sick, I was worried to death. Luckily, youâre fine. Youâre just too stubborn. In the morning, the maids saw that you werenât feeling well and said that they would call a doctor for you, but you refused. If they had called the doctor earlier, things wouldnât have become so serious.
Han qiqing withdrew her hand expressionlessly.
âIâm fine, donât worry.â
She really couldnât stand hearing this womanâs hypocritical words.
Li Yizhen looked at her and suddenly reached out, wanting to touch her head.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Han qiqing dodged him in disgust. what are you doing? â
Li Yizhen faintly smiled. I saw that your face was a little red, so I wanted to know if your fever had gone down. I wanted to tell your brother so that he wouldnât worry.
Han qiqingâs heart sank.
If her brother was worried about her, he should have come to see her himself and not let this woman pass on a message, right?
What was the meaning of this?