She lifted her head, looking endearingly delicate as she spoke in a suppressed voice, each word caressing his heart.
"Can you still sleep?"
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the IV drip bag, "This thing makes you sleepy."
"Alright, then I'll wait for you to fall asleep before I leave."
Nan Jiaojiao slowly closed her eyes, and without making it half an hour, she fell asleep in his arms around the twenty-minute mark.
When it was time to remove the needle, Bo Yanching didn't call for a doctor; he did it himself, pressing a cotton swab against the injection site until it stopped bleeding before he let go, peeling off the adhesive tape that secured it to the back of her hand with care.
Bo Yanching pocketed the waste materials and, as he left, made sure to tuck in Qianqian who was in the neighboring bed.
He wanted to smoke, intending to discard the waste at the same time, but he saw Bo Shuxian in the smoking area.
"Third brother."
