CHAPTER 463: CHAPTER 463: WILL YOU EVER STOP

"I want to drink porridge, add some sugar," Qin Xiangnuan didn’t have much of an appetite tonight, so she only wanted a bowl of white rice porridge with some sugar, cooked slightly raw to have a good texture when bitten.

"I’ll go buy it for you," Jian Zhiqing said, then put on a mask, ready to go out and buy some porridge for Qin Xiangnuan to drink. Wearing the mask was Qin Xiangnuan’s requirement. Not only them, but also the people in internet cafes and clothing stores had to wear it, as it was responsible for oneself and for others.

After Jian Zhiqing left, Qin Xiangmei sneered sarcastically.

"What are you eating for? Aren’t you just wanting to die from SARS? Wasting food, Jian Zhiqing is too good for you, it’s a waste, with your looks, your brain."

The other folks just exchanged glances, Qin Xiangnuan had become accustomed to hearing Qin Xiangmei’s sarcasm and mockery in her previous life; she was used to it. In that previous life, it was Qin Xiangmei who looked down on her, and in this life, maybe there was some added jealousy. After all, Qin Xiangnuan’s life wasn’t any worse than Qin Xiangmei’s, even better actually. Because she had a bunch of relatives around her, while Qin Xiangmei had nothing at all.

Like right now, the housekeeper only reluctantly came over to deliver food during mealtimes, and Qin Xiangmei resented this. When she got better, she would kick that housekeeper out.

Qin Xiangnuan took the books Jian Zhiqing brought back for her. Time in the hospital was hard, so Jian Zhibiao helped her buy quite a few books, the currently popular romance stories. It was quite strange, her two lifetimes’ ages added up, she was an old woman, yet she still enjoyed these romance novels, like a return to youth.

She mocked her real age to herself, thankfully she looked young and could pretend to be younger.

Of course, she still enjoyed the books.

There were four short stories in one book, some were well-written, others just average, great for passing the time. Sometimes she would get through half a book and feel sleepy, sometimes just a little while and feel sleepy again. After all, here it’s just eating and sleeping, what else? If she did not find something to pass the time, would she end up rolling her eyes like Qin Xiangmei, not afraid to roll her eyes into dead fish eyes?

Soon after, Jian Zhiqing came back, also carrying a lunchbox.

He opened the lunchbox, which was filled with well-cooked white rice porridge.

He took a bowl and scooped some for Qin Xiangnuan to eat.

Qin Xiangnuan was not receiving injections anymore, so she could move both hands and eat by herself.

Hmm, sweet, really tasty.

"Do you want a bite?"

She put the spoon in front of Jian Zhiqing, who took it without hesitation and had a taste. Soft and sweet, indeed nice, no wonder Qin Xiangnuan always liked it. He then scooped another spoonful of porridge and placed it in front of Qin Xiangnuan.

"Here, eat."

Qin Xiangnuan now only had to open her mouth to eat, now even her hands didn’t need to move, just needed to eat up, while Qin Xiangmei in the other hospital bed felt uncomfortable again, rolling her eyes.

"Are you not afraid of catching a contagious disease?"

And the contagious disease she mentioned, was it referring to what Jian Zhiqing had, or what Qin Xiangnuan had?

Nevertheless, Qin Xiangnuan and Jian Zhiqing ignored her. Frankly speaking, why bother getting angry with jealous strangers? Let them die of jealousy.

At night, Jian Zhiqing slept in the hospital bed next to Qin Xiangnuan. Originally, there was an extra bed here for Jian Zhiqing to sleep in, but now it was occupied by Qin Xiangmei, so naturally, Jian Zhiqing couldn’t sleep there.

Qin Xiangnuan moved a bit to the side, making some room for Jian Zhiqing.

The bed was small, but it was still possible for two people to squeeze in; it’s just that Jian Zhiqing, being tall and long-legged, was a bit cramped.

"Go to sleep," Jian Zhiqing placed his hand over Qin Jinuan’s eyes.

"I can’t sleep," Qin Xiangnuan had slept too much during the day and now she was suffering from insomnia.

"Then close your eyes," Jian Zhiqing held her tight, "be good, try to sleep early, or do you need Brother Jian to sing you a lullaby?"

"Your singing is awful," Qin Xiangnuan bluntly teased him, afraid that listening to him might indeed keep her awake all night.

"Can you guys ever stop?" Qin Xiangmei suddenly jumped up from her bed, shouting loudly. Since the hospital was usually quiet, her voice sounded like a sudden clap of thunder, and soon after, a group of doctors entered, thinking something had happened, worrying if someone had died.

Qin Xiangnuan covered her head with the blanket, feeling utterly embarrassed.

"What happened?" Several duty doctors quickly walked towards Qin Xiangmei’s area, concerned there might be some problem. At this time, during the peak of SARS, not just ordinary pneumonia, but even common fever or a cold could potentially turn into SARS.

Qin Xiangmei was again taken to have a vial of blood drawn, regardless of how she explained herself, the blood was drawn, and even Qin Xiangnuan had a vial taken.

Jian Zhiqing gently stroked her hair, "It’s alright, it’s just a little blood."

Qin Xiangnuan felt somewhat drained, extending her arm over; she was literally being robbed here.

After the blood test, everything was chaotic. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but the fact it was the SARS period worsened things. A simple cold, requiring blood tests and labs, had become a common occurrence.

After they had been troubled for quite some time, finally, Qin Xiangnuan was also exhausted.

She half-closed her eyes, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, because she had to share the air breathed out by that person. Honestly, the thought of sharing the same air with her nemesis made her quite uncomfortable. Moreover, Qin Xiangmei was always causing trouble, forcing Jian Zhiqing to do this and that. This was the part she was most dissatisfied with.

Even though, in the same hospital room with even a stranger, one might lend a helping hand, but this help seemed a bit too much.

Her own Brother Jian, she never ordered around like this.

This was her Brother Jian, not Qin Xiangmei’s servant.

"Let’s just endure for now; I’ll ask the doctor if we can get you switched to another room?" Jian Zhiqing also felt heartache seeing the green mark below Qin Xiangnuan’s eye, ever since Qin Xiangmei arrived, she hadn’t seen her sleep well. Qin Xiangmei really loved to pick on Qin Xiangnuan, especially when she slept; either talking loudly or making phone calls, none of them could rest well.

Lately, Qin Xiangnuan’s illness seemed to be recurring again, she was no longer feverish, but it might be due to the lack of rest, or perhaps because Qin Xiangmei also had a fever, transmitting it to each other; in any case, they really couldn’t stay in this ward.

One’s mood is very important for the body’s recovery.

Qin Xiangnuan’s head felt dizzy, and leaning against the headboard, she fell asleep within a short while. Actually, she wanted to talk a little more, but the doctor had put her on a drip, making her sleepy.