After ten minutes of infusion, Baobao was no longer vomiting.
A healthy blush had returned to her chubby cheeks, and her energy had been replenished quite enough for her to stick her head out of Liu Yan's arms and curiously look around at the unfamiliar environment.
"Is it still uncomfortable?" Liu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and gently asked.
Baobao shook her head and yawned. "Thank you, uncle."
Liu Yan patted her back softly, "Go to sleep." "After waking up, we can go home."
Baobao hummed softly and fell into a deep sleep the next second.
She felt reassured to have her auntie beside her.
Half an hour later, little Miaomiao's infusion drip was finally empty. Liu Yan placed the sleeping Baobao in the vacant seat.
Two bottles of infusion later, Liu Yan glanced at the clock in the bottom corner of the TV screen. It was 05.40 in the morning.
Baobao's eyes subtly twitched as the nurse carefully pulled the needle out of her hand.
