Xiaohe squinted her eyes and said softly, "Miss Du, it's time for your injection."
Du Qingyu instinctively replied, "I don't..." She wanted to say that she wasn't sick and didn't need an injection.
To prevent any mishaps, the only person who knew she wasn't sick was the attending physician. Perhaps the doctor wanted her "illness" to seem more real, which is why he sent the nurse to give her the injection?
So, she swallowed back the words she hadn't yet spoken.
Xiaohe didn't have much patience. She grabbed Du Qingyu's arm, found the right spot, and injected her as quickly as possible. After completing her task, she stepped back two steps, speaking rigidly, "Miss Du, please rest well in the hospital. This illness won't let you leave the hospital anytime soon."
Perhaps, from now on, the hospital would become Du Qingyu's home.
Du Qingyu impatiently dismissed her, "I know, leave then."
