"...Alright."
"How are you feeling, Sister Jiaqi?" the nurse asked Song Jiaqi.
"Still uncomfortable..."
"If you want it to be faster, adjust here, just go the opposite direction, you can adjust the speed yourself," the nurse taught Ye Yang.
After she left, Ye Yang asked her, "So, do you want it faster or slower?"
"Faster... the sooner the better..."
Mainly because staying like this for too long, she can't even sleep. The faster it's done, the sooner she can rest, and Ye Yang can rest too.
"Alright, I'll speed it up. Let me know if you feel uncomfortable."
"Got it..."
When the second bottle of infusion was halfway done, Song Jiaqi was so dizzy that she kept saying she felt terrible.
Ye Yang, encountering a stomach flu patient for the first time, didn't know what to do, standing beside the bed at a loss, "How... how can I help you? Should I go call the nurse?"
Song Jiaqi grabbed his hand, shook her head, "No need... it'll pass soon... I have experience..."
