In October, with National Day upon them, the streets were packed with people, and every scenic spot in Jinling was filled with tourists.
Su Muzhi had always been lively by nature, but on this day of celebration for everyone else, her spirits were somewhat low.
In the hospital room, thick with the smell of medicine, Su Muzhi sat propped up against the raised head of the bed.
Jiang Linyuan sat beside the bed. On the other side stood a stainless steel rack, with a palm-sized IV bag hanging from it.
The medicine in the bag flowed through a thin tube and entered the veins of the girl lying in the hospital bed through a needle.
"You'll need to be observed for seven days. Two bags of IV fluid every day. Once they're finished, press the call button for a nurse."
The doctor in a white coat standing nearby looked at Jiang Linyuan and gave him careful instructions.
"I'll be fine once the IV is done?"
Su Muzhi looked at the doctor.
The doctor showed an awkward expression.
"Well, this is mainly for observation and recuperation. Miss Su, you know..."
"If it can't cure me, then why are you giving me an IV?"
Su Muzhi said impatiently, looking a little agitated.
She was growing more and more sick of hospital rooms. Every time she came here, it felt like a reminder.
Your days are numbered. You won't live much longer.
The doctor was a little embarrassed. If she upset this young lady, she might very well lose her job!
"Well... the treatment plan is mainly focused on stabilization and control."
She said.
"Heh, are you controlling my condition, or controlling me? Fine, give me the IV, but why do you have to keep me in the hospital room too?"
Su Muzhi