「Five minutes later.」
Maxwell Peary took out the thermometer and handed it to Doctor Zheng. He then tucked the corner of Nia Mitchell's quilt.
"Her temperature is thirty-nine point two degrees. I suggest a fever-reducing injection first, followed by medication to help her sleep. It's past four in the morning now. Take her temperature again after dawn. If the fever hasn't subsided, she should go to the hospital," Doctor Zheng stated his diagnosis.
Just as Maxwell Peary was about to nod, the young woman on the bed spoke up first, refusing, "I don't want an injection."
Nia Mitchell shook her head vehemently. IV drips and oral medication didn't scare her, but she was terrified of injections.
Maxwell Peary paid Nia no mind, his attention still on Doctor Zheng.
"Then start with an injection."
Nia felt as if she had instantly returned to her childhood, where her refusals were useless and her parents had the final say.
It was so unfair! She was already twenty years old!
