Mia Ginger has a fever.
Almost thirty-nine degrees, it hasn't subsided for a day.
Koa Jackson, after getting off work in the morning, has been by her side, sitting in the chair by the bed, hardly moving.
He's aware of her special constitution; she gets hurt easily, and once she's ill, she doesn't recover easily. The most troublesome part is that her skin is sensitive, which amplifies her perception of pain by several times.
Her blood vessels are too thin, and the nurse missed twice before finding the vein.
As a result—
They ended up inserting the needle into her instep.
Afraid she might suddenly wake up and move around, her small foot was secured with an empty medicine box.
This kind of treatment is usually only for two or three-year-old children.
Koa Jackson sighed with some helplessness, pressing his fingers to his brow, his gaze falling on her bare foot.
