Chapter 21 Where is the man with a mole on the tip of his nose? (1/2)

This Dr. Zhou seems gentle and harmless, but why does her voice sound so familiar?

It's very similar to the Biluochun tea she used to drink.

What do you mean by "she grew up in that kind of environment"?

What kind of environment?

It's not as straightforward as just quietly calling someone a capitalist.

Although Lin Han couldn't find anything wrong with her, she disliked this Dr. Zhou from the bottom of her heart.

Zhou Fei was taken aback. "Comrade Lin, are you unwilling to help me?"

"right."

Lin Han answered crisply, because she was afraid that people who liked to beat around the bush would misinterpret others' meanings, so she kept it brief and to the point.

Zhou Fei disliked Lin Han the moment she saw her, not because of Huo Qizheng, but simply because Lin Han was too beautiful.

She possesses a beauty that draws all attention when she stands in a crowd, a privilege she previously enjoyed only within the military compound.

"Does Comrade Lin have some kind of problem with me? It seems like this is our first meeting."

Lin Han didn't know what Huo Qizheng had done to offend this Dr. Zhou. The way she looked at her was as if she had stolen something that belonged to her.

“I’m here at the hospital to take care of my husband. If other things take up my time, then I’m putting the cart before the horse.”

Zhou Fei wanted to persuade her further, but Lin Han's explanation left her speechless.

"Please reconsider. I really need a piano accompaniment. I would be very happy if you could come."

Lin Han: Does your happiness or unhappiness have anything to do with me?

"Qi Zheng still needs to rest, so I won't see Dr. Zhou off."

Zhou Fei hesitated, but Lin Han had already said so much, so she couldn't stay there any longer.

"Then take good care of Huo Tuan, I'll go and get back to work now."

As Zhou Fei walked out of Huo Qizheng's ward, her smile vanished. "Such an air of importance."

Lin Han glanced at Huo Qizheng, who was lying on the bed seemingly uninvolved, and secretly pinched his arm.

"You're bedridden and can't move, yet you still attract all sorts of troublemakers every day. You're the epitome of a femme fatale, hmph."

She sat sullenly on a chair to the side, picked up an apple, peeled it, and deliberately made a crunching sound while eating it near Huo Qizheng's ear to express her dissatisfaction.

The nurse came in to give Huo Qizheng an IV drip. Lin Han watched as the needle, twice as thick as one from the 21st century, pierced the man's vein, and felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand.

"Family member, after this bottle of medicine is finished, please change it to another one. After all three bottles are finished, come to the nurses' station and call me to remove the needle. Keep a close eye on it and make sure there is no backflow of blood into the needle. Huo Tuan needs to have many IV drips every day, and if his veins turn blue, it will be difficult to insert the needle."

Lin Han suddenly felt a sense of mission. "I understand. I will definitely keep a close eye on things."

Given Huo Qizheng's situation, which requires daily injections, she felt that indwelling needles were absolutely necessary.

"By the way, nurse, can he drink water? His lips look a little dry, could you give him a little water?"

The nurse took a pack of cotton balls out of her pocket and gave it to Lin Han. "You can't feed the patient anything, but you can soak a cotton ball in water and squeeze it into the corner of his mouth to moisten his lips."

Lin Han took the cotton ball. "Thank you, I understand."

After the nurse left, Lin Han took the thermos lid, scooped out a capful of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage, soaked a cotton ball in the water, and squeezed it into Huo Qizheng's mouth.

The nurse just said he can't drink water yet, so Lin Han didn't dare squeeze too much for him at once, just enough to moisten his mouth.