Dr. Xia took the band-aid and fixed the needle, and then raised his head to look at Song Qingchun, probably seeing that her face was pale, he thought that she was worried in her heart, so he comforted her with a loving face: "Little girl, you don't have to worry, I'm here, he can't be fine." ”

In fact, she was not worried, but was frightened by the situation just now, he couldn't wake up, and the fever was so bad, as if he couldn't do it at any time...... Song Qingchun saw that Dr. Xia was so determined, and his hanging heart finally fell, he hooked his lips slightly at Dr. Xia, motioned for Dr. Xia to sit, and went downstairs to pour a glass of water for Dr. Xia.

Su Zhinian's hanging needle has two large bottles, and it will take at least three hours to lose, and Dr. Xia is old, and after more than an hour, he gradually can't support it, and he leans on the sofa and starts to nap.

Song Qingchun has never studied medicine, but when he was taking care of Song Menghua in the hospital before, he learned how to pull out needles from nurses.

He was afraid that Dr. Xia would catch a cold if he stayed like this, so he opened his mouth and said, "Dr. Xia, I'll go and tidy up the guest room, you go over and rest first, I'll just watch here, and I'll pull out the needle." ”

"Will you pull out the needle?" Doctor Xia asked rhetorically, saw Song Qingchun nodding, and then stretched his waist, walked to the bed, checked Su Zhinian's pulse, and said: "Since you will pull out the needle, then let's do it, I will go back first, he is old, he recognizes the bed, and he can't rest well if he changes places, his current condition is very stable, and the fever will be reduced in the middle of the night......

Doctor Xia said, rummaged through the medicine box for a while, took several bottles of medicine and put them in front of Song Qingchun, and instructed her how to take them, and then said: "These medicines, three meals a day, must be taken by him, at least for seven days, and I will come over to give him an infusion and change the dressing tomorrow night." ”

"Thank you, Dr. Xia." Song Qingchun sent Dr. Xia out all the way, watched him get into the car, and said again: "You drive slowly." ”

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

Song Qingchun waited for the car to drive out of the hospital before going upstairs.

The TV in the bedroom was still on, playing commercials, the TV series she watched just now had been broadcast, Song Qingchun sat on the sofa, took the remote control and changed the channel, and didn't encounter any good-looking programs, so she turned off the TV.

When Dr. Xia was there, he would occasionally chat with her, but now that the others are gone, and the TV is turned off, the room seems a little deserted, Song Qingchun sat on the sofa and was stunned for a while, and turned his head to look at Su Zhinian.

The man was still asleep, and the first infusion bottle was almost dripping.

Song Qingchun got up, walked to the bed, waited for a while, changed the infusion bottle, it was almost eleven o'clock at this time, Song Qingchun was also a little sleepy, she was afraid that she would fall asleep when she sat down, so she simply stood by the bed and guarded.

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

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

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

His face was pale as if transparent, his exquisite facial features did not have the slightest anger, and his already picturesque face looked more like a finely carved and soulless work of art at this time.