"Hey, no, don't, don't."
Seeing that the nurse was really turning around to leave, Qiao Li completely panicked. Pride was nowhere near as important as her life.
"That... that medicine was really prescribed by Dean Li himself, right?" she asked, needing reassurance.
"Yes. Dean Li oversaw it personally."
Qiao Li closed her eyes and extended her arm, looking like a martyr going bravely to her death. "Do it, just do it."
Xiaozhou deftly inserted the IV needle into the older woman's arm and adjusted the drip rate. Watching the pale yellow liquid drip into her vein, the woman still felt uneasy and asked, "Little nurse, besides this IV, I'm also getting that... traditional Chinese medicine that you drink from a bowl, right?"
Signing the IV record card, Xiaozhou replied simply, "Yes. The decoction pharmacy is still brewing it. Because your prescription is quite special, it'll take another two or three hours before it's delivered."
