"Cough cough..." Ye Anqi coughed softly, "Let's try medication for two days, and if that doesn't work, we'll use injections."
"Why not use injections?" Ya Shitian suddenly asked her.
Ye Anqi replied, "I just think taking medicine isn't too bad."
"Are you afraid of injections?"
"No."
Ya Shitian's eyes darkened, and he said to the doctor, "Let's follow her wishes and not use injections for now. Go and prepare the medication, let her take it for two days and then see."
The doctor nodded reluctantly, "Alright then."
After he had left, Ya Shitian sat by the bed and cautioned her, "It's fine not to have injections, but you mustn't let your cold get worse. If it does, you must have the injections immediately."
"Okay."
Ya Shitian pressed his lips together, wanting to ask her if it was because of him that she had developed a fear of injections.
But in the end, he didn't ask.
"Rest now. Don't do anything today; just rest more."
