She didn't like hospitals and felt anxious, even nauseated, as soon as she stepped foot inside of one.
The scent of the medicine there made her uncomfortable. She clung tightly to Cheng Yanqing's shoulder, whimpering, "Can I not go to the hospital?"
Cheng Yanqing nervously steered his car, "You can't... You have a serious fever. It's necessary to go to the hospital."
"What if the fever makes me delirious?"
Shen Lan couldn't help but laugh. With an incredulous smile, she scoffed, "I'm so healthy, how could I possibly become delirious from a fever? All it takes is some medicine and a good sleep, and I'll be fine."
"You're already tired today, and yet you have to take me to the hospital, it's too much trouble."
The woman's stubbornness gave Cheng Yanqing a headache. He gently said, "Don't ever think like that."
Half an hour later, Shen Lan was being taken into the hospital. The doctor prescribed some medicine, and Shen Lan lay on the hospital bed.
