Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Dr. Xia took a band-aid to fix the needle, and then looked up at Song Qingchun, probably because of her pale face, she thought that she was worried, so she comforted her with a loving expression: "Little girl, you don’t need to Worry, if I come, he won’t be able to do anything.”

In fact, she was not worried, but was frightened by the situation just now. He couldn’t wake up and burned so badly, it seemed like it wouldn’t work anytime... Song Qingchun was so determined to see what Dr. Xia said, hanging. The heart finally fell, and he slightly hooked his lips at Dr. Xia, motioned to Dr. Xia to sit down, and poured down a glass of water for Dr. Xia.

Su Zhinian had two large bottles of hanging needles, which had to be lost for at least three hours. Dr. Xia was old and kept for more than an hour, and gradually became unsupportable, leaning on the sofa and starting to take a nap.

Song Qingchun never studied medicine, but before taking care of Song Menghua in the hospital, she learned how to remove needles from nurses.

He was afraid that Dr. Xia would be cold when he stayed like this, so he said, "Dr. Xia, let me tidy up the room. You go to rest first. Here I just look at it and I will pull the needle."

"Will you pull the needle?" Dr. Xia asked back, seeing Song Qingqing nodded, then stretched out to the bed, took the pulse of Su Zhinian and said, "Since you can pull the needle, Well, I'll go back first. I'm older. I recognize the bed. I can't rest well when I change places. He is in a stable condition now.

Dr. Xia said, turned in the medicine box for a while, took several bottles of medicine in front of Song Qingchun, and told her how to eat them, and then said, "These medicines are three times a day. Stare at him and eat for at least seven days, and I will come over again to give him an infusion and change medicine tomorrow evening."

"Thank you, Dr. Xia." Song Qingchun sent Dr. Xia out, watching him get in the car, and said: "You drive slowly."

"Hurry up, the one upstairs needs someone more." Dr. Xia pointed to the second floor and started the car.

Song Qingchun waited for the car to leave the hospital before going upstairs.

The TV in the bedroom is still on. When the commercial is playing, the TV series she just watched has been finished. Song Qingchun sat on the sofa, changed the station with the remote control, and did not encounter any good programs. TV.

When Dr. Xia was there, he occasionally chatted with her. Now that someone was gone and turned off the TV, the room looked a bit deserted. Song Qingchun sat on the sofa for a while and looked at Su Zhi. Read.

The man was still lethargic, and the liquid in the first infusion bottle was about to drip.

Song Qingchun got up, walked to the bed, waited for a moment, and changed the infusion bottle. At this time, it was almost eleven o'clock. Song Qingchun was also a little sleepy. She was afraid that she would fall asleep while sitting, so she stood beside the bed. Guard.

The room was quiet, and Song Qingchun could hear the sound of dripping liquid in the infusion tube.

She stared at the infusion bottle for a while, her eyes fell on the bed-, and then slowly moved from the bedding to Su Zhinian's face.

In her memory, this was the first time she saw him injured and sick.

His pale complexion was transparent, and his beautiful facial features were not angry at all. He was originally a picture-like face. At this time, he looked more like a finely crafted, soulless artwork.