Song Weiyi obediently lay down, and the nurse, head bowed in preparation, took the necessary potion and needle from the cart. As the sharp and slender needle drew ever closer to her, Song Weiyi felt a bit faint-hearted.
This was her first time getting an IV drip. Her health had always been good; she was lively and energetic. Even when she fell ill, she would just take some medicine and get better.
She never expected that today she would need an injection.
Song Weiyi quickly closed her eyes, not daring to watch the needle piercing her skin.
However, with her eyes closed, her senses grew even more acute.
Song Weiyi felt the nurse holding her hand, binding her wrist with a rubber band, then applying potion to the back of her hand.
Her body couldn't help but shiver; the image of that sharp and thin needle lingered in her mind, and Song Weiyi's heart beat rapidly, her entire body tensing up.
"Mrs. Pei, don't be nervous, it won't hurt," the nurse's gentle voice rose in her ears.
