Ruan Qingling nodded: "Yes, the heat wasn't quite right. Next time, I'll bring a small stove and brew the medicine outside."
It's complicated, but not impossible.
Ruan Qingling told Song Shiting about this.
"I'll quickly boil the medicine for you. Let's see if we can put a small stove here so it's more convenient to boil the medicine right by the door."
Song Shiting said, "No need for that. Once I can get out of bed, I'll go home and rest."
Ruan Qingling no longer believed that someone like Song Shiting could rest.
Once he gets home, he'll probably still have to go to work.
Moreover, the people in my workplace are so narrow-minded. Many of them think that if a person stays in the hospital, they are being treated and are not fully recovered. If they go home, it means they have recovered, and if they don't go back to work, it's considered extremely disrespectful.
The same thing happened last time. As soon as Song Shiting got back, Zhao Dongsheng called him back to work, didn't he?
They said they were short-staffed and would only be doing simple tasks.
Once you get to that kind of place, are there any easy jobs?
Therefore, Ruan Qingling now firmly disagrees.
"Drink the soup first."
When Song Shiting saw that she was unwilling to talk about it, he frowned slightly.
He didn't move.
Ruan Qingling put the straw into the bowl and handed it over.
To make it easier for Song Shiting to drink, Ruan Qingling had to bend down.
As he bent down, Song Shiting caught a glimpse of what lay beneath her neckline.
He pursed his lips.
Ruan Qingling, unaware of the temperature, said, "The temperature is just right, have a sip."
Song Shiting took a small sip and said, "It's a bit salty."
Ruan Qingling was puzzled; it shouldn't be like that.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Song Shiting said, "Give it a try."
Ruan Qingling took a sip herself and felt fine. She asked in surprise, "Are you feeling hot and bothered?"
Song Shiting said, "I don't know, it just tastes a bit salty."
He knew that Ruan Qingling had brought the soup over before even drinking it.
The soup was delicious.
His gaze lingered on the spot where her lips had touched, and his eyes darkened slightly...
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