First People’s Hospital——
It’s already midnight, but a certain critical ward is quite crowded.
"Thirty-eight point one degrees again, he’s got a fever again." Drunkard looked at the thermometer he had just taken from Shangguan Yu’s mouth and casually handed it to the doctor next to him.
"Take his temperature every forty-five minutes. Give him half a fever-reducing tablet if it goes above thirty-eight point five degrees."
"What if it’s below thirty-eight point five degrees?" the doctor asked, somewhat stupidly.
After asking, he wondered if he might be a bit foolish, but after thinking about it, he felt he hadn’t asked wrong.
Drunkard glanced at him, smiling somewhat mysteriously.
"Of course, you don’t need to."
"..." Okay, he indeed asked too much.
Just now, this guy was laughing at his stupidity.
"Once these bottles of medicine are finished, give him some anti-inflammatory medicine as well. Don’t give him any water until he wakes up."
"Okay." It should have been his line, but now it became the assistant doctor’s role to nod and agree, followed by two nurses nodding along, creating a scene that somehow seemed humorous.
No way around it; after all, he is Jun Moyan’s private doctor, so his rank is much higher.
Even though he hasn’t shown any medical credentials, they still had to listen to him.
Nevertheless, recalling the stunning performance by Drunkard in the afternoon surgery room, wielding the scalpel with extraordinary skill, left even himself, a gold medal surgeon of twenty years, feeling inferior. He truly admired Drunkard from the bottom of his heart.
After all, he is indeed capable.
The rising talent is amazing.
After instructing the doctors, Drunkard addressed the others in the ward: "Don’t worry, he should wake up by tomorrow morning. No need for all of you to crowd here. The air can’t circulate, and it’s late. Everyone should go back and rest."
"Really, thank you." Shangguan Qingmu thanked Drunkard.
"No big deal." Drunkard smiled, then glanced at Wen Xiao’ai, who was dozing off while holding onto Jun Moyan’s arm, her drool showing, amusing him enough to snap his fingers at her. Read complete versıon only at novèlfire.net
Wen Xiao’ai immediately woke with a start, standing upright and looking confused.
It’s already midnight now. Ever since Shangguan Yu’s accident in the afternoon, she’s been here with Jun Moyan.
Wen Xiao’ai always goes to bed early, but these days she has been having nightmares night after night, seriously affecting the quality of her sleep, leaving her barely able to endure.
Jun Moyan had asked Qing Yi several times to take Wen Xiao’ai back first, but Wen Xiao’ai refused, saying she wouldn’t even sleep if given a room nearby, insisting on staying with Jun Moyan.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai so exhausted, Jun Moyan wanted to take her back home, but felt uneasy leaving Shangguan Yu.
Jun Moyan looked down at Wen Xiao’ai, woken by Drunkard’s snap, and affectionately patted her head, feeling a bit guilty inside.
"Alright, he’s really fine. He might get a few more fevers, but this little girl is too tired. Take her home to sleep," Drunkard said to Jun Moyan.
"Moyan, just take Xiao’ai home. We can watch over him here," Shangguan Qingmu also advised.
Jun Moyan looked at the unconscious Shangguan Yu on the bed, then nodded: "Call me when he wakes up."
"Xiao’ai, let’s go home," Jun Moyan said softly to Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai agreed softly and left the hospital room with Jun Moyan.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai struggling to keep her eyes open, Jun Moyan squatted down in front of her.
Before Jun Moyan could call her, Wen Xiao’ai was already lying across his back, arms wrapped around his neck.
Jun Moyan said nothing, simply carried her on his back, and quietly asked, "Hungry?"
"I want my bottle," Wen Xiao’ai mumbled on his shoulder, eyes heavy and ready to close.