In the afternoon of the next day, with both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, Su Jingyu finally didn't feel so miserable.
These past two days, she felt like her body was on fire.
The burning sensation of the chili water never stopped.
During these two days, she hardly ate anything, only on anti-inflammatory drips and nutritional fluids.
At this moment, her mind finally felt clear.
Chen Jiu looked at her—she was already thin, and after these repeated fevers, she looked even thinner.
Holding her hand, it felt like only skin wrapped around bones.
"Xiaoyu, how do you feel now? Any better?"
Su Jingyu knew that Chen Jiu had hardly left her side at all.
"I feel better, just really hungry."
Upon hearing that she was hungry, Chen Jiu was so excited he almost lifted her up, "Okay, you haven't eaten much these past two days, I'll go get you some porridge, okay? And when you feel better, I'll cook for you and get you to gain some weight."
