Qiqi was pushed out from the intensive care unit by the nurse. Her small face lost the liveliness and loveliness of the past.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

It can be seen that it is how much crime, how much pain the little body has suffered.

Leng Shaoheng is distressed to see Qiqi like this. It's really hard for him.

Qiqi was pushed into the advanced ward by the nurses, but still in a coma.

"Qiqi, wake up quickly, mom and dad are worried about you, and grandparents are worried about you." Leng Shaoheng looks at the pale Qiqi, heartache, and then falls a kiss full of love on Qiqi's forehead.

And quietly accompany Qiqi for a while, see time almost, guess Shen Qingqing should wake up soon, Leng Shaoheng let servant push back to the ward where Shen Qingqing is.

Sure enough, just after returning to the ward, Leng Shaoheng just returned to bed, Shen Qingqing woke up.

"Awake?" Leng Shaoheng touched Shen Qingqing's hair and looked at her tenderly. He felt that Shen Qingqing had a good sleep last night, probably because of the traditional Chinese medicine he drank.

"Well." Shen Qingqing opened her eyes, sleepy, and then rubbed her eyes with her hands, and the world was clear again.

She felt like she was sleeping well and safe.

"Have you lost your fever?" Shen Qingqing thought of Leng Shaoheng's cold and fever. She raised her arm, stretched out her hand, and gently covered Leng Shaoheng's forehead, feeling the temperature on his forehead.

She touched Leng Shaoheng, and then touched her own forehead. Her brow slightly frowned, with some worry.

"It seems that I still have a low fever." Shen Qingqing said, and then took out an electronic temperature gun from the drawer of the bedside table next to the hospital bed.

A quantity, as expected or in low fever.

"37 degrees seven, still feverish." Shen Qingqing's brow tightened again. "It's not the way to have a fever all the time. Did you burn all night? Did the antipyretic you took last night not work? "

Shen Qingqing is a little suspicious, but more worried about Leng Shaoheng's body.

"The fever should have gone down last night. Maybe it started again in the morning." Leng Shaoheng comforted Shen Qingqing, "I'm ok. I don't feel uncomfortable. After a while, I'll be ok with the infusion."

Shen Qingqing nodded.

After washing and gargling, the nurse brought the traditional Chinese medicine soup that she needed to drink in the morning.

The bad smell of traditional Chinese medicine, bitter, greasy, instantly filled the whole ward.

Shen Qingqing's disgust and resistance on her face said, "why do you want to drink in the morning? Isn't it just once in the evening? "

"Drink it in the morning and at night. It's the best medicine to get up in the morning on an empty stomach." The nurse replied, and then put the bowl of Chinese medicine soup on the table.

"Drink it while it's hot, and then have breakfast. After a while, at 9:30, the doctor will come to give you acupuncture." With that, the nurse turned and left.

Shen Qingqing only reacted later, but the nurse's back had disappeared at the door of the ward.

"Acupuncture? What kind of acupuncture? " Shen Qingqing's face was full of doubts. She didn't know.

"Your body is too weak. According to the pulse of traditional Chinese medicine, it hurts the vital energy. It needs acupuncture to recuperate." Leng Shaoheng explained.

"Ah..." After hearing this, Shen Qingqing resisted even more, with some fear in her eyes.

"I don't want it. Just drink Chinese medicine. I don't want acupuncture. I'm afraid of pain." Shen Qingqing shook her head and resisted.

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