Qiao Jing gave up on the idea of fetching a bathrobe for the man, poked Zhan Qipei's face with her hand, and urged him to move.
"Zhan Qipei, get up and take your medicine."
When the man heard Qiao Jing's voice, he stirred but still didn't get up.
Qiao Jing glanced at the quilt crushed under Zhan Qipei and then at the man's bathrobe.
"Don't go back to sleep, get up and take your medicine."
But Zhan Qipei still didn't respond, lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
Qiao Jing sighed helplessly, reached over to lift him up from the bed, and used her hand to support his back so he sat up straight.
She looked at the man and raised her voice.
"Take the medicine."
Only then did Zhan Qipei open his eyes. Seeing the bowl of medicine in front of him, he became somewhat alert and took it from her.