An Yin has been frail since childhood, whenever the kids around her caught a cold or fell ill, she would always get infected.
On the second day of Shi Qing's hospitalization, An Yin noticed her throat was a bit sore, but didn't think much of it, considering drinking more hot water would suffice.
It wasn't until the evening, lying on the rental bed, turning over repeatedly sleeplessly, sweating profusely all over, that she reached out to touch her forehead.
In the dimly lit ward, snores occasionally erupted.
Shi Qing on the hospital bed had also fallen asleep, An Yin dragged her weary body to slowly get up, the corridor lights spilling into the room through the glass door.
After climbing off the hard bed, she covered her mouth and quickly walked outside, only daring to cough softly after closing the ward door.
"Cough cough..."
"Cough cough..."
A fever, accompanied by a cough, made her whole face red, even her throat burned painfully, drinking tea felt like swallowing blades.
