Chapter 184 Sharing the Same Bed (3)

Dr. Xia fixed the needle with a Band-Aid, and then raised his head to look at Song Qingchun, probably because of her pale complexion, he thought she was worried, so he said a few words of comfort with a loving face: "Little girl, you don't have to Don't worry, if I come, nothing will happen to him."

In fact, she was not worried, but was frightened by the situation just now. He couldn't wake up, and his fever was so severe that he seemed to be dying at any time... Song Qingchun saw that Dr. Xia said so firmly, hanging His heart finally sank, he slightly curled his lips at Dr. Xia, motioned for Dr. Xia to sit down, and went downstairs to pour Dr. Xia a glass of water.

There were two big bottles of Su Zhinian's needles, and it took at least three hours to infuse. Dr. Xia was getting old, and after more than an hour, he gradually couldn't hold on, and leaned on the sofa and began to doze off.

Song Qingchun had never studied medicine, but when he was taking care of Song Menghua in the hospital, he had 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'm going to tidy up the guest room. You can go and rest first. I'll take care of it here, and I will pull out the needle."

"You know how to pull out needles?" Dr. Xia asked back, seeing Song Qingchun nod, then stretched, walked to the bed, took Su Zhinian's pulse, and said, "Since you know how to pull out needles, Well then, I'll go back first, I'm getting old, I'm going to bed, and I can't rest well even if I change places, he's in a very stable condition, and his fever will subside around midnight..."

As Dr. Xia spoke, he rummaged through the medicine box for a while, took several bottles of medicine and put them in front of Song Qingchun, and told her how to take them respectively, and then said: "These medicines are taken three times a day. Stare at him and eat for at least seven days, and I will come back tomorrow night to give him an infusion and change his dressing."

"Thank you, Dr. Xia." Song Qingchun sent Dr. Xia out all the way, watched him get into the car, and said, "Drive slowly."

"Go up quickly, the one upstairs needs help even more." Dr. Xia pointed to the second floor and started the car.

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

The TV in the bedroom was still on, playing commercials. The TV series she watched just now had finished. Song Qingchun sat on the sofa and changed channels with the remote control. She didn't find any good programs, so she turned it off. TV.

When Dr. Xia was there, he would occasionally chat with her. Now that he has left and turned off the TV, the room seemed deserted. Song Qingchun sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, then turned to look at Su Zhi read.

The man was still in a coma, and the liquid in the first infusion bottle was about to run out.

Song Qingchun got up, walked to the bed, waited for a while, and changed the infusion bottle. It was almost eleven o'clock, and Song Qingchun was also a little sleepy. She was afraid that she would fall asleep while sitting, so she simply stood by the bed keep watch.

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

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

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

His complexion was as pale as transparent, his delicate facial features were lifeless, and his already picturesque face looked more like a finely crafted, soulless work of art.