CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 459: REALLY, IT’S NOTHING

"Wait a moment," Jian Zhiqing hurriedly poured a glass of water and carefully helped Qin Xiangnuan drink it.

After Qin Xiangnuan finished drinking, it seemed she remembered something. Her eyes widened and she suddenly became alert.

"Brother Jian, what are you doing here? You should leave," she rasped, her voice nearly inaudible.

"Don’t worry, it’s nothing," Jian Zhiqing smiled, then placed his palm on her forehead, "The test results are back. It’s pneumonia."

Qin Xiangnuan’s face turned pale, as she had suspected...

Jian Zhiqing touched her head, "Don’t worry, it’s regular pneumonia, not SARS."

"Eh?" Qin Xiangming’s eyes widened, "Just regular."

"Yes, just regular pneumonia," Jian Zhiqing once again poured a glass of water for her to drink. Qin Xiangnuan held the cup, finally feeling somewhat relieved, but still worried. Even if it wasn’t SARS, she still had a fever, "Brother Jian, don’t come to see me anymore. Go home."

She would rather stay here alone than risk Jian Zhiqing catching the disease.

There were too many fever patients in the hospital; what if he caught something by accident?

"It’s okay, I’ve already taken leave," Jian Zhiqing said with an indifferent smile, not forcing himself at all, "I have to be quarantined for a few days anyways. The doctor said I might also get a fever, though you don’t have SARS. Isn’t it good to have Brother Jian keep you company?"

Qin Xiangnuan felt her nose tingle.

She thought she only cared a little about Jian Zhiqing, as they had grown up together, but now, at this life-and-death moment, she realized that she really couldn’t live without Doraemon. Without Doraemon, she didn’t know what her life would mean.

In her previous life, she lived for others, but this life, she wanted to live for herself.

"Why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? I’ll call the doctor."

Jian Zhiqing stretched out his finger to wipe her face, noticing her nose was red, feeling distressed inside. She must have been really scared this time. The girl was usually very strong, rarely ever crying. Although she was asleep earlier, she cried during the injection.

Qin Xiangnuan couldn’t speak, merely shook her head.

Jian Zhiqing sighed, placed his hand on her forehead, and continued to comfort her softly.

"I’ve told Granny not to go out recently. I haven’t allowed your brother to come either," Tuantuan is still young and the hospital is full of people, adults have stronger immunity, but it’s hard to say for kids. A child just over a year old needs extra care. The children are now at Jin Juan’s parents’ place, the two of them not going out, worried about outside viruses infecting the child.

Granny Lu is also getting older, her immunity is not like that of the young.

Qin Xiangnuan turned her face away, tightened her grip on his hand, and said firmly, "Mom and Dad are not allowed to come, and aunt too. The hospital is not safe right now."

"Okay," Jian Zhiqing thought about it, and that was the only option. Taotao was still at home, and aunt was in a high-risk profession, seeing so many people every day. That’s why she sent Taotao to his place. It’s better to visit the hospital less.

Qin Xiangnuan’s illness requires her to stay in the hospital for at least a week, with continuous injections. She had a fever for too long and it developed into pneumonia.

Jian Zhiqing felt somewhat guilty. The young girl had been neglecting her health due to her busyness. How could he, as her husband, not have noticed? She had not looked well in the past few days. He should have realized she might be sick. It was his lack of this consideration that had resulted in her hospitalization.

To be honest, he was also scared. He really didn’t know what he would do if something irreversible happened to her. Some people are like half your life. Losing them feels like being stripped of half your life, making one painfully miserable.

"She fell asleep again," Jian Zhiqing adjusted the drip rate and carefully placed her hand, the one with the needle, under the blanket. It was extremely cold, which made Jian Zhiqing distressed, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t suffer the illness for her. If he could, he would rather be the one lying here. As a man, he had a stronger physique. His little girl was so tiny and fragile; just a bend could break her. He couldn’t bear it, especially when she got sick; even a cold took a long time to recover. Now she was sick enough to be hospitalized. Last time she had a wound on her head, it nearly scared him to death. This time, it scared him half to death again. Once she’s recovered and the SARS epidemic is over, he definitely needs to find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to properly regulate her health.

He took out his cellphone and made a call home.

"Yes, don’t worry, it’s just ordinary pneumonia, not SARS. The family doesn’t need to come here. Remember to disinfect regularly, drink Lan Gen daily as a precaution. Don’t worry, I’m fine here. I’m with her. It’s best for you all not to come to the hospital. We are fine. You don’t have to come. In a week at most, I will take her home," he turned around and saw Qin Xiangnuan was still sleeping soundly, her brow relaxed, indicating she felt much more comfortable now.

He lowered his voice again, "She’s asleep. When she wakes up, I will let her call you. Jian Zhiqing laughed, "Why? Still don’t trust me? You are her brother, but I am her husband. Don’t worry, I will return you a lively and bouncy sister."

"That’s good," Qin Xiangyang finally breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

He was terrified, and his first reaction wasn’t about himself getting infected, but how his sister was doing. With the disease being so contagious and hearing that it could be fatal, he didn’t even dare to think about it.

"How is it? Can you say something?" Jin Juan was almost frantic with worry, but Qin Xiangyang was unresponsive at the moment.

Qin Xiangyang, feeling the pinch on the flesh of his waist by Jin Juan, didn’t know if he felt it, as his flesh was too tough, but her fingers hurt from the pinch. She shook her tingling hand and then pinched Qin Xiangyang’s arm again.

Finally, Qin Xiangyang slowly came back to his senses, looked down at his arm, and after a while, asked obliviously,

"Why did you pinch me?"

Jin Juan pinched him again, "I’m asking you, how is Nuannuan? Is it serious? I’ve been waiting and worrying for so long, are you doing this on purpose?"

"No, I wasn’t," Qin Xiangyang rubbed his head, having been lost in thought momentarily.

"What were you thinking about?" Jin Juan pressed for an answer.

Qin Xiangyang paused for a while and shook his head.

"That, I forgot."