Shang Qing understood perfectly well. To Ji Xun, a hospital was like an uncrossable chasm. Deep down, it was a place filled with nothing but terror and agony. It was in a hospital that his beloved Grandpa Ji, having withered away in pain day by day, had finally succumbed to his illness. He himself had also once hovered on the brink of life and death, having nearly slipped away into nothingness while in a vegetative state. Even more unbearable for him was the period when Shang Qing was hospitalized; receiving multiple critical condition notifications felt like a heavy hammer relentlessly striking his fragile heart. Consequently, he had an intense aversion to that cold, heartless place permeated with the smell of disinfectant.
"I know, I know. But your fever is very high right now. Let’s just check your temperature, okay?" Shang Qing whispered, trying to soothe him and put his mind at ease.
However, Ji Xun, delirious with fever, did not seem to hear her. When he noticed Shang Qing preparing to get up and leave, his limp hand reached out with great effort, gripping hers tightly, as if she were the only anchor he had in this vast, encroaching darkness.
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