When there was a stalemate, the nurse came in.

"Mr. Qiao, it's time to put in the intravenous drip." The young nurse wearing a mask held the intravenous drip in her hand.

"I'll hang it up later." Of course Josnian refused.

"It's best to hang now, and you can rest after the hanging."

"I said it would be later." Josnian was displeased.

Ye Jiaqi stretched out his hand to the little nurse: "I'll give him a needle."

The little nurse looked horrified, and Josnian looked even more horrified. He quickly avoided it: "No! How can this be okay?"

"I've poked it before. It's very clean and there's no blood." Ye Jiaqi's face was calm. He had been a volunteer in college and had actually poked a needle.

With that said, she took the sling bottle from the nurse's hand, hung it up, and opened the alcohol cotton.

The little nurse looked at Ye Jiaqi's operation with a trepidation, but she looked quite professional. It was really not difficult to poke the needle, and it was important to be fast, accurate and ruthless. A little hesitation would not work, as it would go astray.

"Reach out." Ye Jiaqi looked at Josnian.

Josnian's hands had already been shrunk into the quilt. He shook his head: "No."

"I'll count to three."

Josnian: "..."

"One, three." After he finished speaking, Ye Jiaqi pulled out his hand and held it.

She applied iodine on him, found the blood vessel, and poked him with a needle!

Josnian had not yet been pricked by an needle by his wife, but when the needle came down, his face was filled with a look of despair.

The little nurse opened her mouth wide.

Mr. Qiao is notoriously difficult to deal with in the hospital. He is not willing to give fluids, take medicine, or undergo examinations. He is not willing to listen to anyone's words.

So...who is this woman? Mr. Qiao didn't even dare to lose his temper and let her poke the needle.

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi put tape on him.

"Miss, you are very powerful." The little nurse praised, "I'll go out first. If you need anything, call me."

"Um."

Josnian looked hopeless and leaned on the bed, silent.

After a while, he remembered that there was another person in the ward. He glared at Qiao Chengfan: "Why don't you go home?"

"..." Qiao Chengfan was speechless, "You asked me to come."

"Really? Then you can go back now."

"..."

"I'll take Chengfan home." Ye Jiaqi said calmly, "I'm not worried if he leaves alone."

"Qiqi, no need, a driver will take me there." Although Qiao Chengfan was dissatisfied with Lao Qiao, he was still very cooperative when it was time to cooperate with Lao Qiao in his performance.

"I'm not worried..."

"It's okay." Qiao Chengfan looked obedient and sensible.

After saying that, he quickly packed up his homework, put on his schoolbag and left.

Ye Jiaqi and Josnian were the only two people left in the ward. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and potions, and the ward was empty and unpopular.

He looked up at her and patted the seat next to him: "Sit."

"I'm hungry, I'm going out to eat something."

"Don't leave." In desperation, Josnian called to her, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"I'm here to see little Youzi. Josnian, can you please stop cursing the baby in the future? Can you stop lying to others about whether he's sick or not?"

"I was wrong." Josnian frowned.

Ye Jiaqi was choked up and panicked.

After a long time, she calmed down and asked calmly: "Why are you sick? Have you been drinking?"

"Almost..." Josnian said truthfully, "The weather has turned cold recently, and I accidentally got sick."

"Annoying."
Chapter completed!