Ji Nuan spent the whole day in Mo Jingshen's ward and didn't return back to hers until four or five in the evening when the doctor came to give him an anti-inflammatory injection.
Hospitals in the United States didn't give patients many injections, but the wounds on Mo Jingshen's back and head were deep, and he had just had operations, so he needed to have an intravenous drip to avoid infection. But the speed of the intravenous drip was much slower than in China, which was said to reduce the possibility of destroying the human body's resistance.
After waiting for more than an hour, the bottle of medicine was not over. Instead of going to his ward again, Ji Nuan simply fell asleep in her own ward.
It was already the middle of the night when she woke up by the ringtone of a text message.
