Then she quickly slipped away.
The conditions on the medical team were rudimentary. They couldn't prepare a separate room for Gu Shaocheng, let alone spare him a bed, which was the greatest favor they could do. The ward still housed five other patients, all local victims of the disaster, each doing their own thing, speaking Mandarin that the locals couldn't understand.
"If you don't want to take the medicine, I'll go find a doctor to prescribe an injection," suggested Chenxing. Not wanting to argue with a patient, she had dealt with all sorts of difficult patients in her few months as a nurse, always maintaining a cheerful demeanor. She tried her best to meet the patients' needs. As she spoke, she placed the cup and medicine to the side and began walking towards the door.
Gu Shaocheng: "..."
Was she really going to inject it into his buttocks?
He might actually be able to tolerate it!
"Come back!" Gu Shaocheng lightly called.
