Chapter 1916: It's an Illness, Needs Treatment

A statement even simpler than relaying medical instructions.

There wasn’t even the care of an ordinary friend.

Song Yuan couldn’t help but glance at Nan Jiaojiao on the sofa.

Bo Yanching was afraid she’d get tired, so he sent her to the ward to rest early in the morning. At that time, Song Yuan lay on the cold table and was pushed into the machine, while Bo Yanching took the opportunity to cozy up with Nan Jiaojiao, not caring about her plight. He only returned when the examination was nearly over.

If Bo Yanching were a cold-hearted person, she would have put up with it before.

But he clearly wasn’t like that in front of Nan Jiaojiao; he showed care and tenderness, and didn’t speak so rigidly. Couldn’t he spare a little of that gentleness for others?

Song Yuan leaned on the pillow, weakly smiling, “Third Brother Bo, Sister Lai went to pay the fees, and I don’t have the strength to read all the instructions. Why don’t you help me? I’ll watch you once, and I’ll know how to take them in the future.”

“Sure.”

Bo Yanching agreed immediately, and Song Yuan’s heart flared up like a spark.

However, when he walked past the sofa, he deliberately went around to tousle Nan Jiaojiao’s hair, which made Song Yuan less happy.

Truly blinding!

Bo Yanching returned with a cup of warm water, placed it on the bedside table without touching it, and Song Yuan propped herself up to sit, took the cup, tested the temperature, and smiled up, “Thank you, Third Brother.”

Bo Yanching responded lightly, taking out a portion of all the medications, placing them on the box, and handing them to Song Yuan.

She thanked him again and started taking the medicine while noticing from the corner of her eye that Bo Yanching glanced at his watch.

She deliberately ate very slowly, trying to delay the time, but to no avail; Bo Yanching didn’t stay by the bedside with her, and after giving the medicine, he went to the sofa to be with Nan Jiaojiao.

Song Yuan felt a pang in her heart, so she simply shoved the last few pills into her mouth at once. While swallowing, the medicine soaked in water spread its bitterness in her mouth. Unable to swallow one pill, she gagged and leaned out the window to vomit.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced over, and she kicked the trash can toward Song Yuan.

After spitting out some water, Song Yuan slowly lifted her head, “Thank you, Third…”

Nan Jiaojiao handed over a couple of tissues, and Song Yuan’s fragile expression nearly broke. Her fingers gripped tightly on the edge of the bed as she subconsciously looked towards the sofa.

Bo Yanching’s attention wasn’t here; he was on a phone call. After speaking a few words, he stepped out of the ward to take it.

Song Yuan’s face visibly fell as she unceremoniously accepted the tissues to wipe her mouth, “Thank you, Jiaojiao, could you please take the trash can away? I can’t stand the smell.”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored her presumptuous attitude and kicked the trash can back to its place with a few more kicks.

“Feeling better?”

“My head still hurts a bit.”

Song Yuan held her forehead and turned her face away, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

Nan Jiaojiao refused to take the hint to leave, “If you need someone to take care of you in the coming days, feel free to call me, I’ll come.”

Song Yuan sensed something amiss and turned to look, “No need, if anything comes up, I’ll contact Third Brother. His connections in Rongcheng are broader than yours.”

“What connections would you need in a hospital?” Nan Jiaojiao’s tone was unclear, “The biggest connection in Hospital Number One is Brother Shu; I know him too. But Brother Shu always follows protocols, and none of the arrangements owed to you will be absent.”

Song Yuan gritted her teeth, “But with Third Brother here, I feel safer.”

“Does Miss Song have nightmares at night?”

Song Yuan lifted her head, stubbornly fighting back, “What if I say I do?”

“How can you be so sure you will? If you often have nightmares, that’s an illness and needs to be treated.”