"Is the painkiller expired?"—That was Yao Qing's first thought.
Why did it hurt even more after she took it?!
Yao Qing's movement to get up made the blanket on her fall off, causing Gu Qing's gaze, which had been constantly by her side, to instantly look over.
"Why are you awake? Does it still hurt?"
Under the dim light, Yao Qing's face was almost devoid of color, pale enough to be alarming.
"Mmm…" Yao Qing gave a low response and then slowly said, "Let's go to the hospital. What time is it now?"
"Eight o'clock on the dot."
There should be doctors at the hospital.
Gu Qing was leaning on the sofa, browsing Weibo, and was startled by Yao Qing's state of alertness.
She seemed to be constantly listless recently, with an oppressively somber aura. She kept everything bottled up inside, and Gu Qing, being quite straightforward, didn't know how to ask delicately.
Yao Qing didn't have many friends left either; all she could do was keep it to herself.
