But he thought about how, if his big brother brought him to the hospital, it wouldn't just be a shot, there would also be blood tests and all kinds of exams.
And maybe it was also because Ding Yixin kept promising again and again that he would be gentle and it wouldn't hurt.
Rong Xingyu lay on the bed while his lower part of his body completely exposed to the air.
When the cotton ball soaked with alcohol gently rubbed across that spot, he suddenly felt like he was a piece of meat on a cutting board.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It's fine, Rong Xingyu, it's just a shot, right? You've had shots before. It doesn't hurt that much. It's nothing…
"Mm!!!"
It hurts so much!!! Dr. Ding is a big liar!
...
The last time he got a shot in the school clinic, he broke out into a full sweat.
Whether it was the medicine or the sweating, Rong Xingyu's cold recovered very quickly.
The cold didn't disturb his study plan like he had worried before.
