Illness comes like a mountain collapse, even a strong, robust man like Li Mingxun, can be toppled under its weight.
He is lying weakly in bed, relishing the care given by Luo Qianxun.
If his fever hadn't persisted, Luo Qianxun would have suspected him of faking it.
The family doctor had examined Li Mingxun. He rarely falls ill, even this sudden high fever was nothing serious, just a slight throat infection which would cease once the inflammation subsided.
The doctor wanted to put Li Mingxun on an IV, but he adamantly refused, feeling it'd be a waste of time.
"Li Mingxun, you're a patient, you have to listen to the doctor."
Luo Qianxun painstakinly lifted Li Mingxun's hand, and told the family doctor, "Give him an injection."
Li Mingxun obediently complied like a child, not daring to resist. He was scared of making Luo Qianxun upset.
"All set."
