When these questions circulated through Song Qingchun's mind, for some reason, she felt like the blood in her body was flowing the other way . Her heart skipped three beats, and an inexplicable feeling consumed her .
It was not until she put his clothes back on, snuggled him under the mattress, and the wound was nowhere to be seen that her breath returned .
…
Similar to the time when Doctor Xia had arrived to check on Su Zhinian's head wound, he examined Su Zhinian's body, gave him a drip, and gave Song Qingchun some notes and medicine before leaving .
When Song Qingchun sent Doctor Xia away, she took the opportunity to ask where the wound on Su Zhinian's abdomen had come from .
Doctor Xia was visibly startled when he heard her question . After a long pause, he smiled like he usually did at Song Qingchun and said, "I'm not too sure about that myself; he was already like this when he came to me . "
Her instinct told Song Qingchun that Doctor Xia was lying, but she couldn't figure out why; she knew it would not be courteous for her to press the good doctor, so she just nodded along and later bade Doctor Xia farewell .
Then, she returned to his bedroom and sat by his bedside, watching the drip fall . For some reason, her mind returned to the wound she had seen; she felt like… that wound hid a dark and important secret .
…
Three hours later, Song Qingchun changed the needle for Su Zhinian . She used a cotton ball to press on his arm to stop the blood before pasting a bandage over it . Feeling his forehead, she realized his fever still hadn't retreated . Worried that he might need her help in the middle of the night, she decided to wait by his bedside .
As the night deepened, Song Qingchun got increasingly drowsy . She tried to force her heavy lids open and occasionally reached out to feel Su Zhinian's temperature .
Song Qingchun didn't know how many times she repeated this action before a hazy light started to filter through the window, and Su Zhinian's fever finally dissipated . The tired Song Qingchun collapsed on his bedside and fell into a slumber .
…
When Su Zhinian opened his eyes, the sun had already risen . The summer daylight fell through the windows and lit up his vast bedroom .
Still recovering from his fever, he felt a sense of lethargy and weakness weighing him down . He stared at the ceiling for quite some time before memories from the previous night came into his mind .
He remembered trying to survive the discomfort raging through his senses as he waited for Song Qingchun to leave . In the end, he had lost consciousness before he could tell whether Song Qingchun had left or not . But now, he was in his own home?
Su Zhinian rolled his eyes around and started to examine his surroundings .
There was a mobile drip rack beside his bed, and two empty bags hung upon it . Then, he spotted the bandage on the back of his arm .
His brows were tied in a deep knot . He suddenly sat up, as if remembering something . As he did so, he saw Song Qingchun lying on the edge of his bed, sweetly dreaming .
The daylight fell on her upper body, coloring the dried mud on her face and hair a golden yellow .
She had not changed out of the dress she'd had on yesterday . The dirty water on it had dried, and there were dirty splotches all over it .
However, her hands and arms had been washed; they pillowed her head .
So… it was she who brought me home after I fainted last night?
Chapter 446 Pulled Together by Fate 9 Translator Lonelytree Editor Millman97When these questions circulated through Song Qingchun s mind, for some reason, she felt like the blood in her body was flowing the other way . Her heart skipped three beats, and an inexplicable feeling consumed her . It was not until she put his clothes back on, snuggled him under the mattress, and the wound was nowhere to be seen that her breath returned . Similar to the time when Doctor Xia had arrived to check on Su Zhinian s head wound, he examined Su Zhinian s body, gave him a drip, and gave Song Qingchun some notes and medicine before leaving . When Song Qingchun sent Doctor Xia away, she took the opportunity to ask where the wound on Su Zhinian s abdomen had come from . Doctor Xia was visibly startled when he heard her question . After a long pause, he smiled like he usually did at Song Qingchun and said, I m not too sure about that myself he was already like this when he came to me . Her instinct told Song Qingchun that Doctor Xia was lying, but she couldn t figure out why she knew it would not be courteous for her to press the good doctor, so she just nodded along and later bade Doctor Xia farewell . Then, she returned to his bedroom and sat by his bedside, watching the drip fall . For some reason, her mind returned to the wound she had seen she felt like that wound hid a dark and important secret . Three hours later, Song Qingchun changed the needle for Su Zhinian . She used a cotton ball to press on his arm to stop the blood before pasting a bandage over it . Feeling his forehead, she realized his fever still hadn t retreated . Worried that he might need her help in the middle of the night, she decided to wait by his bedside . As the night deepened, Song Qingchun got increasingly drowsy . She tried to force her heavy lids open and occasionally reached out to feel Su Zhinian s temperature . Song Qingchun didn t know how many times she repeated this action before a hazy light started to filter through the window, and Su Zhinian s fever finally dissipated . The tired Song Qingchun collapsed on his bedside and fell into a slumber . When Su Zhinian opened his eyes, the sun had already risen . The summer daylight fell through the windows and lit up his vast bedroom . Still recovering from his fever, he felt a sense of lethargy and weakness weighing him down . He stared at the ceiling for quite some time before memories from the previous night came into his mind . He remembered trying to survive the discomfort raging through his senses as he waited for Song Qingchun to leave . In the end, he had lost consciousness before he could tell whether Song Qingchun had left or not . But now, he was in his own home Su Zhinian rolled his eyes around and started to examine his surroundings . There was a mobile drip rack beside his bed, and two empty bags hung upon it . Then, he spotted the bandage on the back of his arm . His brows were tied in a deep knot . He suddenly sat up, as if remembering something . As he did so, he saw Song Qingchun lying on the edge of his bed, sweetly dreaming . The daylight fell on her upper body, coloring the dried mud on her face and hair a golden yellow . She had not changed out of the dress she d had on yesterday . The dirty water on it had dried, and there were dirty splotches all over it . However, her hands and arms had been washed they pillowed her head . So it was she who brought me home after I fainted last night