ST3YC Chapter 69.2

The heating is turned on in this hospital, which makes it a bit dry. People who don’t drink enough water can easily become thirsty.

 

Qingqing fell into a deep sleep. She usually didn’t get sick at all, but this time it got a little serious.

 

Even though she was asleep, she could still vaguely feel that her body was uncomfortable. In addition to being dizzy and weak at the beginning, she was now still on fire, as if she was being roasted on a stove.

 

So sad…

 

My body still hurts…

 

“Caracara…”

 

The sound of bones dislocating kept coming to her ears, and the dense pain like ants gnawing gradually spread throughout her body. Qingqing frowned in discomfort, and she couldn’t help but moan in pain from her throat.

 

The slightly hoarse and melodious female voice seemed to be missing some of the innocence and childishness it should have, and was covered by vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.

 

But just for an instant, accompanied by a bright light, the green bird dragged its beautiful tail feathers, gracefully flying past the depths of Qingqing’s consciousness, leaving a beautiful green cry.

 

Soothed by the bird’s cry, Qing Qing’s vaguely restless body gradually calmed down.

 

The series of pains seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

 

A slit opened in the dark world, and gradually expanded.

 

The snow-white ceiling came into view, and Qingqing woke up.

 

“Brother…I’m thirsty.”

 

A straw was immediately handed to Qingqing’s lips, and Qingqing subconsciously took it in her mouth and sucked it in.

 

Drinking a glass of warm water was not enough, Qingqing continued to clamor for water.

 

Soon, another glass of water was handed over, and Qingqing drank it all in one breath. Several times, until she drank a full seven or eight glasses of water, Qingqing felt that the thirst that was screaming crazily throughout her body had subsided a little.

 

She took several deep breaths before she regained some energy and began to pay attention to her surroundings.

 

“Uncle Bai?” She tilted her little head in confusion: “Why are you blocking the door?”

 

Bai Qiyu’s posture at this time was a bit weird. He was facing Qingqing from the side, firmly blocking the door of the ward with one side of his body, and holding the door handle tightly with both hands, as if to prevent people from outside from entering.

 

In fact, there is no one outside at all, and Bai Qiyu’s posture is not so much blocking the door, it is more appropriate to say that he is on guard.

 

After hearing Qing Qing’s ‘question’, Bai Qiyu immediately let go of the door handle and stood up straight, but his back was still blocking the door intentionally or unintentionally.

 

“Uncle is just checking whether the door lock is broken. Why can’t it be locked?”

 

“The hospital door cannot be locked.”

 

Even Qingqing, a three-year-old child, knows this common sense.

 

“Really? I seem to be ignorant.”

 

Bai Qiyu left the door of the ward with a calm expression, walked back to the accompanying bed, and took a leisurely seat, then just slept there without moving.

 

“Remember to return the bed to me at night!”

 

Rolling his eyes, Gu Lan took away the water glass in her hand, took the towel hanging at the end of the bed, covered Qingqing’s head and rubbed it.

 

It was still a familiar rubbing method, the only difference was that the rough strength became much gentler, at least it would no longer accidentally hurt Qing Qing.

 

Qingqing obediently lowered her head and rubbed her hair. The highly absorbent towel was soaked by her, which clearly showed how much Qingqing had sweated.

 

“…Did Qingqing have a nightmare?”

 

After hesitating for a long time, Gu Lan, who didn’t want to ask any more questions, couldn’t help but test it out.

 

“No.” Qingqing said, “Qingqing didn’t dream.”

 

Maybe she did, but she didn’t remember.

 

“Just fine.”

 

Even Gu Lan didn’t know what he was talking about, he just mechanically wiped Qingqing’s body with a towel.

 

When the towel is wet, soak it in hot water, wash it again, wring it out, and continue to wipe Qingqing. This way, you can roughly wipe the whole body, which can be regarded as giving Qingqing a bath in disguise.

 

Qingqing, who felt much refreshed, looked confused as she watched Gu Lan carry the basin to dump out the dirty water for the eighth time.

 

“Is Qing Qing very dirty?” She couldn’t help but look at Bai Qiyu on the next bed.

 

“It’s not dirty.” Bai Qiyu quickly replied: “Qingqing just sweats a lot.”

 

“Sweat?” Qingqing touched her forehead. It was indeed a little wet, but it was not sweat, but the water left from the bath Gu Lan gave her.

 

However, before taking a bath, Qingqing did feel that her whole body was wet, sticky and uncomfortable.