"Shaojin-ge, what are my test results?" An Yin looked terrified.
"Gastroenteritis," Bao Shaojin replied wearily.
"Oh." Hearing it was just gastroenteritis, An Yin breathed a sigh of relief. "Then after the IV, I want to be discharged."
Bao Shaojin said in a deep voice, "You want to go to class in your current state?" So frail, a strong wind could knock her over.
"I want to be discharged," An Yin insisted.
Staying in a high-class ward made her feel completely uneasy, An Yin grumbled to herself.
"No." Bao Shaojin refused decisively.
"I've had this illness before, after the IV and some medicine, I'll be fine. There's no need to make a big deal out of it." The more An Yin spoke, the quieter her voice became, buzzing like a mosquito.
"Making a big deal out of it?" Bao Shaojin narrowed his eyes slightly.
