CHAPTER 458: CHAPTER 458: ILLNESS

Song Wang asked her to work and earn money, but if she had to work, her college music degree would only allow her to be a music teacher at school. However, she didn’t want to be a teacher. What should she do, go out and sing for money? Besides, it’s now the SARS epidemic, there are so many people in schools, what if someone got a fever and transmitted it to her?

No, she must wash her hands with 84 sanitizer immediately since she had touched the door earlier, and Mrs. Song, when she came back, also had her hand on the door. Who knows if she picked up any bacteria.

Actually, this family is somewhat strange, but still, similar to most families in the country. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship is an age-old and one of the most difficult interpersonal relationships to handle. After all, they are not biological mother and daughter. Merging into one family from different backgrounds is truly not easy.

Qin Xiangnuan certainly didn’t know what kind of life Qin Xiangmei was leading, but just like drinking water, one knows only oneself whether it’s warm or cold.

Since she chose this path of wealth initially, she must endure more conflicts than an ordinary family.

When Qin Xiangnuan returned home and made a round at the studio, everyone was destined to focus on hygiene, disinfecting daily with 84 sanitizer, knowing the SARS epidemic would eventually pass, but others didn’t know. Everyone strictly washed their hands daily, cleaned floors with 84, and minimized going out. Qin Xiangnuan did not feel much pressure, as she had experienced the epidemic once before and knew how to prevent it. There were certain places she couldn’t go, things she couldn’t eat, and precautions that needed attention.

She never thought she would contract SARS. She didn’t in her last life, and believed she wouldn’t in this one either.

But one evening, she suddenly developed a high fever and was constantly coughing.

"What’s wrong?" Jian Zhiqing placed his hand on her forehead, shocked by how hot it was.

"Cough..."

Qin Xiangnuan kept coughing, hurriedly covering her mouth with her hand and searching for a mask everywhere.

"Don’t move," Jian Zhiqing hurriedly put a jacket on her, careful of her catching a cold.

Qin Xiangnuan put on the jacket, quickly pulled open a drawer, found a mask, and put it on. Then she pushed Jian Zhiqing outwards. She had a bad feeling. Could it be that she really got SARS? If so, she only thought of one thing – she must not infect Jian Zhiqing.

She knew SARS was terrifying but not definitely fatal. However, if she really had it, she must not infect those around her.

"It’s okay," Jian Zhiqing might have thought of something, hurriedly holding Qin Xiangnuan tightly and pressing her head into his chest, "It’s okay, it might not be SARS. I know you’re afraid of infecting me, but even if you do have it, we’ve been together for so long, I might already be infected."

"So don’t be afraid, even if we are quarantined, we can be together."

At this moment, Qin Xiangnuan’s heart was extraordinarily troubled; today has been the most vexing and chaotic day since her rebirth.

For herself, it didn’t really matter; it’s fine whether she lived or died. She had used her one life twice and it was worth it. In this life, her brother lived a good life, Granny Lu was cared for by her brother, she was at ease, but only Jian Zhiqing... She was scared, truly scared. If her life was indeed to be taken by heaven at this time, what about Jian Zhiqing, her Brother Jian, her Doraemon—her death didn’t matter, but what if she infected him?

She held back the tears that were about to fall, telling herself not to cry, definitely not to cry, otherwise, he would worry, and it would be even harder for him.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

She could only keep apologizing, blaming herself for being presumptuous, thinking that having memories of an extra lifetime would give her more immunity. But it wasn’t true. SARS wouldn’t stay away from you just because you had lived an extra lifetime. She wondered if she had gone out too often recently, even going to the fields a few times, and had unconsciously contracted it outside.

Her death didn’t matter, but what if it implicated Jian Zhiqing?

While her head spun, she kept coughing, feeling worse, coughing, running a high fever, and with no strength in her limbs—a CDC case for SARS.

It’s okay, don’t be afraid.

Jian Zhiqing comforted Qin Xiangnuan, we’ll go to the hospital immediately, even if we have to be quarantined, we’ll be quarantined together. He then picked out another jacket for Qin Xiangnuan to wear, even though the weather was already hot, but Qin Xiangnuan still felt cold, shivering occasionally, and dizzy with no other choice but to put on another jacket and then took her to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, just as Qin Xiangnuan coughed once, people nearby backed away.

The hospital had a special fever zone, and any patient with a fever could go directly there for consultation without registration.

Qin Xiangnuan really felt uncomfortable, perhaps the most severe illness since her rebirth. Various discomforts, a dry throat emitting smoke, and continuous coughing. As soon as she coughed, the doctor was also terrified, hurriedly having people prepare to draw blood for tests and various examinations, to be quarantined if it really was SARS. Anyone who had been in contact with her also had to be quarantined.

Even Jian Zhiqing had his blood drawn and was locked outside, just standing at the doorway, under the hospital room’s glass door, standing firmly without leaving.

As long as Qin Xiangnuan looked towards the door, she could definitely find him.

It’s okay, rest assured, I’m here, he mouthed to her, Qin Xiangnuan might not have heard clearly, but she understood his meaning.

She gently nodded, then closed her eyes, too exhausted to continue and fell into a deep sleep.

The doctor gave her an IV; during her sleep, finally, the frown that had been deeply furrowing her brow also relaxed.

By the time she woke up, it was already evening; Jian Zhiqing was sitting beside her, appearing somewhat tired, propping his head up with one hand.

Qin Xiangnuan wanted to speak, but her throat was uncomfortably dry, prompting her to cough again, feeling groggy and uncomfortable.

"How are you feeling, is it unbearable? Do you want some water?" Jian Zhiqing immediately sat up, placing his hand on Qin Xiangnuan’s head. Thankfully, the fever had subsided a bit, not as hot as before. He had been really scared just now, as the fever had risen to nearly 39 degrees, no matter what it couldn’t be reduced, the doctor had been adding medicines to the IV, but thankfully it had reduced now.

"I’m thirsty," Qin Xiangnuan uncomfortably touched her own throat, dry as if about to emit smoke, and her voice was hoarse too.