Lu Qinghua tried a few more times, and each time she twisted it very tightly. She was not weak, but it still took her some effort to open it. Lu Qingquan was so sick that he couldn't even lift a bowl. How did he manage to open it?
Could it be that a nurse helped?
Lu Qinghua had some doubts in her mind. She took the clean thermos cup and went out. Lu Qingquan was lying with his eyes closed. His complexion was better than before, with more rosy cheeks. His breathing was also more stable. Unlike before when the old man and Lu Jianfeng were there, he was barely breathing, as if he would break down at any moment.
She was a nurse in the inpatient department and had seen countless dead people, including many who were about to die. Lu Qingquan's condition was not quite right. A bowl of water with concentrated soup wouldn't be very effective; it wasn't a magic pill. The difference in Lu Qingquan's condition before and after was too great.
"Has the nurse come by yet? Should we take your temperature?" Lu Qinghua asked casually.
"It's not time yet."
Lu Qingquan hummed softly, not thinking much of it. His whole body ached, his head hurt, and his mind wasn't as sharp as before. Besides, he had never taken Lu Qinghua seriously. His sister was stupid and ugly, and he had never given her a second glance since they were little. Naturally, he didn't think Lu Qinghua would play tricks on him.
"I'll go get the nurse."
Lu Qinghua's heart skipped a beat. She turned and went out. The nurse didn't come over. Lu Qingquan had twisted the thermos himself. Earlier, when Lu Jianfeng poured water for Lu Qingquan, it was only half a cup, and the guy couldn't even hold it properly, spilling the water.
Did drinking half a bowl of soup turn you into a superhero?
That's impossible. This guy is just pretending to be weak, just like she pretended to be weak in front of the police and judges. But she did it to gain sympathy. What is Lu Qingquan doing this for?
It was probably to gain sympathy, hoping that his grandfather and uncle would take pity on him and find him a good doctor and good medicine. But Lu Qinghua still couldn't understand. Even if Lu Qingquan didn't pretend to be weak, his grandfather and uncle would still find a good doctor and good medicine. She could understand it, so Lu Qingquan, who was so smart, must have understood it too. So why was he putting on this act?
Lu Qinghua called the nurse over and watched as she examined Lu Qingquan. His temperature was normal and his heart rate was also fine. To an outsider, this might not be obvious, but Lu Qinghua knew that these figures were quite good, indicating that Lu Qingquan's lesions were well controlled and not as bad as he appeared.
She gave Lu Qingquan a deep look, feeling that he had ill intentions and that she needed to keep a close eye on him to prevent him from harming anyone else.
In the following days, Lu Qinghua would bring chicken soup to the hospital every day. The first serving was always for her, her son, and her father, while Lu Qingquan drank the concentrated soup stock. The chicken was an authentic free-range chicken bought by Lin Shufang. Ye Qingqing used to eat chicken from this chicken farm when she was in postpartum confinement. The chicken soup was golden yellow and very nutritious. After drinking it for a few days, Lu Qinghua felt more energetic when walking.
These past few days, Lu Qingquan has acted as usual, showing no abnormalities. Lu Qinghua gradually relaxed his vigilance, realizing that he had been overthinking things. Even if someone who is seriously ill and about to die wanted to do something bad, he would be powerless to do so.
He Hongxia came once or twice, but each time she came empty-handed to keep Lu Qingquan company and talk for no more than half an hour. Lu Jiangang, on the other hand, never came.
A week passed quickly, with only one day left. The old man said that he would have Dr. Zhou perform the surgery on Lu Qingquan on Monday. Lu Qingquan didn't say anything, but his face became even more gloomy.
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