Gu Xinzhou sneezed.
Gao Hu approached anxiously, "Mrs. Song, do you need some water?"
Gu Xinzhou shook her head, "No, thank you."
She didn't feel any symptoms of a cold; it was just that the pain from the wound was unbearable.
With this thought, she grew even more worried about Qiao Yi.
She wondered if Qiao Yi, upon waking and finding no one by her side, would be frightened, or if she'd cry and find the pain from the wound on her back unbearable.
Gu Xinzhou's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she cautiously looked at Gao Hu, "Hello, may I see my daughter, please?"
Gao Hu shook his head, his face full of difficulty, "The doctor specifically instructed me that you absolutely cannot get out of bed, not even to turn over. You must lie like this. If you do not comply, I might lose my job because of it."
Gu Xinzhou understood the ways of capitalist countries.
She knew even better how important a job was to an ordinary person in such a world.
