Time can fade everything away, but these things buried deep in memory can never be faded.
These past two days, Zhou Ping kept calling, but she never answered, and finally threw the number into the blacklist to avoid being bothered.
At the hospital, the doctor diagnosed it as the flu.
Lin Yan was groaning uncomfortably at home, but to the doctor, it was just about prescribing some special medication.
Lin Yan asked, "No IV drips?"
The private hospital doctor had an attitude as gentle as a spring breeze, adhering to the principle that the patient is God.
The doctor replied kindly, "It's not necessary, just take the medicine first. Special medication usually works, flu has a course, and antibiotics shouldn't be overused. What would you do when you're older?"
Lin Yan was quite anxious because the company was going public at the end of the year, and each day spent at home piled up more tasks.
She could only say, "Alright!"
