Later, the doctor came in, prescribed some medicine for Song Yinyin, and set up an IV drip.
The fever medicine from S Country was quite different from that in Country Z, with a bad taste and a strange flavor. Song Yinyin couldn't ingest it, turning her head away to push aside the medicine Lu Jihan brought to her.
"It's so hard to drink..."
"You have to drink it, even if it tastes bad!"
Lu Jihan frowned, commanding with a tone of authority.
"I don't want to..." Song Yinyin's consciousness was drifting, instinctively rejecting anything that came near her mouth.
She didn't know what the medicine was made of; it tasted terrible and was unbearably uncomfortable, she simply couldn't swallow it, and the liquid trickled down from the corner of her lips.
Lu Jihan simply frowned, taking up the medicine bottle and taking a sip himself.
