By the time she woke up again, it was already the next day.
Seeing her awake, Jian Zhiqing hurried over to touch her forehead.
Thankfully, the fever had subsided.
"What's wrong?" Qin Xiangnuan felt dizzy and nauseous again, her throat also uncomfortable.
"It's okay," Jian Zhiqing comforted her, "You've had another fever."
Qin Xiangnuan's face changed color. Could it be that what started as ordinary pneumonia had turned into the actual SARS?
"Don't let your imagination run wild," Jian Zhiqing said with a relaxed smile, "I've checked for you, it's just a contagion that caused a cold, but we might have to stay here a few more days."
Contagion? Qin Xiangnuan immediately turned her head to look over at Qin Xiangmei.
Qin Xiangmei was receiving an IV again. Only at this time was she quiet, listless and lacking strength, no longer yelling and making sarcastic remarks at others. But the word "contagion" instantly made Qin Xiangnuan feel upset.
