Li Liusi had an ordinary fever. Shen Lang could not be bothered to queue for registration, so he took her straight to the emergency department and handled the admission procedures.
After everything was settled, Shen Lang had originally planned to check on Li Liusi in her ward.
But a nurse immediately called him over with a grave expression, saying that their specialist wanted to speak with him.
"Damn, she doesn't have some terminal illness, does she?"
Shen Lang guessed anxiously for no reason, then followed the young nurse into the specialist's office.
"You're Mr. Shen, correct?"
The female specialist in her forties adjusted her glasses and sized Shen Lang up. "Do you know what condition your girlfriend is in?"
"No."
It was normal to mistake him for Li Liusi's boyfriend in this situation. Shen Lang only wanted to know why the doctor had called him over.
"Besides the fever, we found that your girlfriend has been overly fatigued recently, severely sleep-deprived, and malnourished."
The female specialist solemnly listed Li Liusi's symptoms, then reminded him, "Your girlfriend has a great figure. Her original bra size was only a 30; there's no way your girlfriend could fit into it. She's lucky it didn't cause any problems from constriction."
The female specialist could not help adding with a smile, "And the color of your girlfriend's bra is far too old-fashioned. I'm nearly forty, and even I don't like that style. As her boyfriend, you should at least buy her something prettier. It'd be more pleasant for you to look at too, wouldn't it?"
Shen Lang nodded repeatedly. "Ah, right, right, right."
"All right, your girlfriend has already received her fever-reducing injection."
The female specialist said seriously, "She must rest and recuperate over the coming days. Whatever you do, don't let her exhaust herself