When he was sleeping at night, Qin Su came over and re-medicated Luo Nanchu's palm.

Qin Su gave her two sleeping pills, and watched her eat them, before she raised her hand and stroked Luo Nanchu's face, and said softly: "Have a good rest, Chu Chu." If the wound hurts, there is painkiller at the head of the bed. ”

Luo Nanchu was lying on the bed, I don't know if there were too many physical ailments, her face was pale all the time. She looked a little tired between her slender eyebrows, and when she heard Qin Su's words, she nodded and responded meekly: "Okay." ”

Qin Su put away the medicine box, turned off the light, and walked out.

In the corridor, Qin Lie was leaning against the wall, looking down and smoking, and when he saw her come out, he raised his head to look at him.

Qin Su walked over and said softly, "You also rest early." We'll go to the hospital tomorrow after eating. ”

I haven't contacted the doctor yet, and I will go through the hospitalization procedures tomorrow, and I guess I still need a lot of things to do.

They need to rest early.

Qin Lie didn't speak, but in the thin mist, his face showed a bit of dark obscurity in the shadows.

"I know you can't bear it." Qin Su looked at him, "We are not doctors, and the initial illness cannot be cured at home." ”

"I know." He closed his eyes slightly, with some forbearance and calm, "I just thought, how long is she going to live there?" One month? Two months? Half? If it doesn't get better, do you want to live forever? ”

Qin Su's breath trembled, her eyebrows slowly frowned, and she said in a low voice, "Why are you thinking about these things." It won't be any better. ”

"Sister......

"Go to bed early." Qin Su's tone became tough, she raised her delicate face, and put on the posture of an eldest sister, "I fell asleep at the beginning, and if you don't wake up tomorrow, I won't call you." ”

Qin Lie looked at her for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze, he sighed lowly, then snuffed out his cigarette, turned around and walked out.

Qin Su took a trembling breath, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows vigorously.

She knew that major depressive disorder could require lifelong medication.

But how could Luo Nanchu be so serious.

She won't be in the hospital for long.

She's going to get better.

*

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Qin Su drove people to the hospital in a car.

The air in the morning was still a little chilly and cold, and Luo Nanchu curled up in a wide down jacket and was held in Qin Lie's arms.

She had taken her medicine in the morning and was now a little sluggish, looking sickly and yawning in small gulps.

Didn't sleep well.

Qin Lie felt a little sorry for her, and pressed her face into his arms, "There is still a way to go, you can sleep first." ”

"I'm not very sleepy, I have a little headache after taking medicine."

Qin Lie looked down at her snow-white face, "Then you squint for a while." I'll carry you in when I'm ready. ”

Luo Nanchu responded meekly, still very well-behaved.

Qin Lie slowly hugged her tightly, feeling Luo Nanchu's shallow breathing blow on his heart.

There was a little sore swelling in his heart.

When they arrived at the hospital, the appointed psychiatrist was already waiting in the office, doing psychometrics and brain CT examinations, the doctor gave them a list of wards, Qin Su went to go through the hospitalization procedures for Luo Nanchu, Qin Lie hugged Luo Nanchu and sat on a chair in the corridor and watched the patients coming and going at the door.

She leaned into his arms, still without any energy, and her face was as white as a powder.