Lu Chenyuan had a high fever, so Lin Yan definitely couldn't go back to school; she tried buttering him up to get him to the hospital's emergency room.
Since the birthday banquet up until now, no one except Lin Yan had cared about Lu Chenyuan's health.
He seemed to everyone else like an iron man who would never fall, who felt no pain, and was never tired.
"Come with me to the hospital—no arguments. If you don't listen, I'll really go back to school."
Lin Yan's attitude was firm, while Lu Chenyuan was languidly leaning on the sofa.
"I don't want to go; I'm scared of the pain! Be quiet for a while."
The excuse that Lu Chenyuan used was too poor—how could he, of all people, be afraid of getting an injection?
Lin Yan spoke softly and tenderly, "Nowadays, hospitals seldom use antibiotics; if you can take medicine, take it. If you keep dragging this out and it turns into pneumonia, that will be a hassle. Plus, you're not a young kid, strong and healthy."