"It's not that serious."
"It's more serious than you think, and it will only get worse if you don't go." She didn't understand why he was refusing; it was just a trip to the hospital, and a short one, at that—why refuse when it was so nearby?
"It won't be, trust me." Pei Yibai said firmly.
"I'd rather trust my own intuition than the word of a stubborn patient. This is the last time I'm reminding you, go to the hospital, or else I'm calling 120 directly."
Song Weiyi played her trump card.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yibai couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Calling 120 for a fever?"
"Whose fault is it for not cooperating?" Song Weiyi countered.
If necessary, she would rather tie him up and drag him to the hospital.
Witnessing Pei Yibai's face grow increasingly flushed, Song Weiyi felt anxious. "What will it take for you to agree to go to the hospital? As a grown man, do you really enjoy joking around with your own health?"
She was so furious! Why was Pei Yibai so stubborn?
