CHAPTER 18

The hospital is Jason 's own hospital, and Avery is lying on a senior vip bed, seeing the doctor to drip himself.

The ward is like a small living room. At this time it is night, the lights are soft, and the floor-to-ceiling windows can still see the moonlight.

A delicate bouquet of roses in front of the window, the kind cultivated in the greenhouse, was not even blooming at this time. There was no smell of disinfecting water in the ward, but a light floral fragrance.

Avery's hands were slender and fair, and the blood vessels above were not easy to find. The doctor was very gentle and meticulous, and he immediately found the vein and pushed the needle into it. Her blood vessels were thin, and the pain suddenly caused Avery to wince subconsciously.

Jason said with a cold voice: "Will you get a needle?"

"Sorry, Jason."

Avery's throat hurts, and she spoke in a dumb voice: "No pain."

The doctor came here, much lighter than Jason holding her.