A small elf carried a cup of steaming medicinal broth to Zheng Qing.
This was to get rid of any residual toxicity from the previous medication and to neutralize any remaining test reagents in his body. Every two hours, Zheng Qing had to have a cup of this until he was discharged from the hospital.
"It's never-ending." The young public-funded student grumbled, yet still obediently pinched his nose and gulped down the medicine in one go.
Before he could open his mouth, the little elf, considerate as always, handed him a warm towel.
Zheng Qing wiped his face, took a long sigh, and collapsed back onto the hospital bed.
Then he noticed the sidelong glances from those around him.
"What's with that look...?" He glared unhappily, about to complain about the frustrating rules of the therapists, when a commotion broke out in the hallway outside the ward.
He barely had time to register the noise, when the single wooden door was cautiously cracked open.
