"Wait a moment," Jian Zhiqing hurriedly poured a glass of water and carefully helped Qin Xiangnuan drink it.
After Qin Xiangnuan finished drinking, it seemed she remembered something. Her eyes widened and she suddenly became alert.
"Brother Jian, what are you doing here? You should leave," she rasped, her voice nearly inaudible.
"Don't worry, it's nothing," Jian Zhiqing smiled, then placed his palm on her forehead, "The test results are back. It's pneumonia."
Qin Xiangnuan's face turned pale, as she had suspected...
Jian Zhiqing touched her head, "Don't worry, it's regular pneumonia, not SARS."
"Eh?" Qin Xiangming's eyes widened, "Just regular."
"Yes, just regular pneumonia," Jian Zhiqing once again poured a glass of water for her to drink. Qin Xiangnuan held the cup, finally feeling somewhat relieved, but still worried. Even if it wasn't SARS, she still had a fever, "Brother Jian, don't come to see me anymore. Go home."
