Chatper 211 (1/2)

Handing Pei Yibai to the doctor, and after completing all the examinations, the doctor wearing presbyopic glasses pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, while looking at Song Weiyi: "Who are you to him?"

Somewhat flattered, Song Weiyi hurriedly stood up and replied very respectfully: "Doctor, I am his wife."

"Wife?"

"Yes." Song Weiyi rubbed his forehead.

The next moment, the doctor snapped, stood up straight, and looked at her with hatred: "You little girl, how can you be someone's husband? You sent her to the hospital because you had a high fever and fell into a coma. Tell me, are you a qualified wife?"

The doctor's face was full of anger, and his saliva was flying when he spoke. Song Weiyi was so frightened that he backed away.

She pouted, "Doctor, my husband didn't faint from a fever."

"You still dare to quibble? A little girl of your age, don't shirk responsibility just because you are being scolded. I am scolding you now so that you will have a long memory and take good care of others. The scary thing is not that you realize it later, but that you are out of it. If there is a problem, it's too early to make an excuse!"

Song Weiyi wants to cry but has no tears. What kind of luck is she today to meet such a strict doctor.

She timidly looked at the wide-eyed doctor, her explanations were all choked in her throat, she couldn't say that it was Pei Yibai's trick to throw antipyretics secretly, right?

Otherwise the doctor would have thought she had been kicked in the head by a donkey.

It is estimated that if she explained again, the end would be even worse.

"Doctor, what should we do? Hurry up and think of a way to make my husband's fever go away." Song Weiyi said anxiously.

The top priority now is Pei Yibai's illness. As for her, a person who deserves death, we will settle the score after he wakes up...

"Hmph, do you know you're nervous now? Seriously, help him to the ward and get two bottles of intravenous drip."

"How many bottles or how many bottles?" Song Weiwei asked cautiously with his eyes wide open.

"Three bottles."

Scratching his head, Song Weiwei glanced at Pei Yibai again, how many hours did the three bottles last? Could it be that Pei Yibai has already woken up?

If you lose your temper at that time, are unwilling to cooperate, or want to settle accounts with yourself immediately, this is not a good sign.

"Doctor, can you use some medicine that can help you sleep?" Song Weiyi asked this question after several considerations.

"What do you want to do?" With a sound of tiger eyes widening, he looked at Song Weiyi with authority.

It was as if she was about to strangle her to death if she said something wrong.

Song Weiyi backed away in fright, and stammered and shook his head in denial: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to harm him. In fact, my husband got sick because he worked overtime for a long time and didn't have a rest. I'm not To let him rest better? He has a light sleep, and I'm afraid he will wake up if he is not careful. "

After saying these words, Song Weiyi patted his little heart. The mechanism is like her, how could he think of such a good excuse?

The doctor looked at Pei Yibai carefully, and sure enough, he saw that his eyes were black and blue, typical of not having enough rest, so he believed Song Weiwei's words.

While typing on the computer, he criticized Song Weiyi lukewarmly. "In this case, as a wife, you should arrange his life well. Is making money more important than life?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I know I was wrong, and I promise I won't do it next time." Song Weiyi nodded, barely raising his hand to swear.

After a long while, he finished the procedure and helped Pei Yibai to the ward.

The nurse came, inserted Pei Yibai's needle, adjusted the speed of the injection, and then left.

It wasn't until everything was arranged properly, and Pei Yibai's blood transfusion started, that Song Weiyi's tense heart eased little by little.