"Hey, get up quickly, let's go to the hospital for an injection. With your fever and inflamed wound, who knows what complications might arise. A shot and some prescribed medicine will help you recover quickly."
Jin Yan nudged Tao Siran, trying to persuade him. She also wanted to shout at him, but knew it wouldn't help.
Sure enough, if she had shouted, he would probably just ignore her.
Right now, Tao Siran was speaking very gently: "No way, I hate going to the hospital."
Someone his age still hates doctors, Jin Yan complained inwardly, her mouth twitching as she suppressed her anger: "But you're sick."
Tao Siran stubbornly replied, "I'm not going. I'll be fine after taking some medicine and getting some sleep."
Jin Yan pointed out, "You just took medicine a while ago, and it had no effect, did it? You're still burning up, and even though you've applied some ointment, what if it festers? Your fever could very well be a sign of the wound starting to rot."
