Time flies really fast, another half year has passed, and Nandu's winter is indeed unreasonable, with many people on the streets wearing just a T-shirt, even without a jacket.
After Lin Xiaoyu's sixth infusion ended, Yang Ping stood at the ward door for a while.
The nurse pushed the treatment cart down the corridor, the wheels making a faint rumbling sound on the tiled floor. He checked his watch, it was half-past four in the afternoon. According to the arrangement, two hours after infusion, blood is drawn to check inflammatory factors, four hours for liver and kidney function, and eight hours for coagulation function. These don't require his personal attention as Lu Xiaolu would arrange it. But he still wanted to stay a little longer.
Not because he was worried, but because he wanted to see Lin Xiaoyu sit up from the bed, walk to the window, and look at the gingko trees outside.
