Sharing the Same Bed (3)

Doctor Xia then used a band-aid to secure the needle. When he raised his head to look at Song Qingchun and noticed her pale face. He consoled her kindly, thinking she was worried for Su Zhinian. "Little girl, don't worry, he'll be fine."

In reality, she was less worried, more spooked. He wouldn't wake up no matter how loudly she called his name, and his fever showed no signs of retreating; it felt like he was dying. Regardless, Song Qingchun did relax after hearing the steadfastness in Doctor Xia's voice. She smiled at Doctor Xia. She asked him to rest as she went downstairs to fetch him a glass of water.

Su Zhinian's IV drip would last for at least three hours. Due to his advanced age, Doctor Xia started to doze off on the sofa after the first hour.

Even though Song Qingchun had not been to medical school, she did learn how to deal with IV drips from the nurses when she stayed at the hospital to look after Song Menghwa.