"Acute pancreatitis, prepare for an IV drip." The doctor turned to Xia Lu and said, "You go and handle the hospitalization paperwork."
"Hospitalization?" Xia Lu's eyes widened. "Is this illness particularly severe?"
"It's not too severe at the moment, but if it's not treated immediately, it could worsen." The doctor explained honestly, "Fortunately, the hospital is not short on beds right now, so you can just proceed with the admission procedures."
As Xia Lu walked from the emergency room to the inpatient department, her mind felt blank. Although calling an ambulance was her insistence, believing it to be safer, she hadn't thought Zhou Mingchen's illness would be so serious. She originally thought it was just regular gastroenteritis, and an IV would fix it. Who would have thought it would reach the point of needing hospitalization?
When she returned to the ward, Zhou Mingchen was lying on the bed. He looked less spirited than before, his eyes already closed in exhaustion.
