Seeing the patient, the doctor in a white coat instructed Jiang Huaichuan to carry the patient into the emergency room. "Put her on the bed and go out and wait."
Jiang Huaichuan put Ye Jiao on the bed, looked down at her worriedly for a few times, and only turned and left at the doctor's urging.
He sat on a bench in the corridor and waited. He felt a little annoyed that he should not have agreed to send Ye Jiao back to the village, otherwise she would not have waited for him for so long. At that time, he was soft-hearted because of Liu Xi's face and felt that it was not safe for a little girl like her to be alone outside.
I didn't expect it to backfire.
He stood at the doorway, smoking a cigarette. When it was burnt out, he heard a voice behind him, "I just took this girl's temperature. It's 40 degrees. She needs to get rid of the fever first. She looks cold all over. What's going on?"
Jiang Huaichuan didn't expect her to be so burned. Fortunately, he noticed it. Otherwise, if she really made it to the Mi Village, she would probably have been burned to death.
"It's my fault that she caught a cold. Doctor, please reduce her fever first!"
Seeing that he still had a cigarette in his hand, the doctor said sternly, "Young man, smoking is prohibited in the hospital. It's so cold, how could you let your wife freeze like this?"
"No...that's not the case. You misunderstood. She's not my wife..."
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Jiang Huaichuan hurried to explain.
The doctor didn't have the patience to listen to him. "No, go get the hospitalization procedures first. She can't leave tonight. I just gave her a fever-reducing injection, and she needs an IV drip later. Go quickly."
Jiang Huaichuan was stunned. "Oh oh oh! Okay, I'll go right away!"
The doctor shook his head and muttered to himself, "Young people nowadays, how come they don't know how to love their wives?"
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Ye Jiao slept very soundly and had no idea where she was or what had happened.
She was lying on the hospital bed. There were three other beds in the ward, but each bed was separated by a curtain.
Jiang Huaichuan stood by the bed, his brows furrowed, never relaxed.
He had to keep an eye on the bottle of medicine and change it to the next one if it was almost finished.
Although he was extremely tired at this moment, he still forced himself to stay awake. He even washed his face with cold water for fear of falling asleep.
It was not until the second half of the night when the injection was finished that Jiang Huaichuan touched Ye Jiao's forehead and found that her fever had subsided. He then breathed a sigh of relief.
He tucked the quilt for her, then sat on the edge of the bed, supporting his head with one hand and taking a short nap.
At six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Huaichuan went to the nurse's station to borrow a phone and called the factory to ask for leave.
As soon as he turned around and saw someone carrying a lunch box, he thought Ye Jiao would be hungry when she woke up, so he went downstairs to buy some food.
In the ward, Ye Jiao slowly opened her eyes and looked at the white bone in front of her, lost in thought. Where was this?
She supported herself on the edge of the bed and sat up. She found that her head hurt a little, her throat was burning, and her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly speak.
Looking around, I found that the patients in the other three beds had woken up, and one of them was being fed porridge by his family.
Is this a hospital?
Wasn't she taken to the village by Jiang Huaichuan? Why did she appear here again?
What about the people from Jianghuai and Sichuan?
"Hey, girl, you're awake! Do you feel better?" The aunt who was feeding her porridge couldn't help but ask.
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