"Don't be polite, I'm your brother's best friend. It's rare to have a chance to help, so let me make myself useful."
Doctor Tang chuckled, glancing at the fruit baskets, flowers, and a pile of nutritional supplements by the bedside.
After a moment of hesitation, he chose a box of milk, opened it, and put a straw in it, offering it to Qin Yiren. "These were sent by your friend. She's very concerned about you and hopes you'll get well soon."
"Xiaye..."
With a slight smile, Qin Yiren took the milk, pressing her dry lips together. "Brother Tang, can I be discharged tomorrow?"
"It doesn't look possible now. You previously had a fever of 38.7 degrees, and ten minutes ago, your temperature was 38 degrees. It's hard to say if it will recur. Let's think of it for Xiaobao's sake, perhaps it's better to be safe, right?"
"Thank you, Brother Tang."
Qin Yiren exhaled lightly, feeling somewhat exhausted, holding the milk stiffly as she was too tired to move her fingers.
