Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

The corners of his resolute lips pursed, and he said slowly: "This virus has a high infection rate, I'm afraid..."

Qin Shu heard his guilt, and smiled disapprovingly, "It's okay, as I said, I can cure it."

She turned the topic to him and said, "Haven't you recovered well in the past two days? The symptoms of dyspnea are much less than before, right? The frequency of coughing up blood is also much less."

The man was dumb, then nodded, "Yes, I believe you do have the ability to heal me."

Witnessing with his own eyes that his body is getting better day by day under Qin Shu's treatment, why does he have any reason to doubt her?

There is just a saying: Doctors do not heal themselves.

He was worried that she would save him, but he would fall down. Then, who would save her?

"Pay more attention to your own situation. I can spray medicine by myself now, so you don't need to spend too much energy on me." The man code-named 183 said.

Qin Shu knew that he was worried about herself, so her face softened, and she nodded, "I will."

The test results came out quickly, and after testing, it was confirmed that Qin Shu had been infected with the virus.

Qin Shu, who was the person involved, was not too surprised by this result.

When she decided to quarantine with 183, she prepared for the worst.

On the contrary, her medical colleagues are very concerned about her situation.

"As long as this virus is detected and treated early, it will have little impact. What I am most afraid of is the spread of the virus, so the isolation work must be done well, and I will recover soon and return to the office."

Qin Shu comforted his colleagues, very indifferently.

Now both she and 183 are infected, so they put on the gowns together and went to the radiology department for liver and kidney imaging.

This virus mainly harms the liver and kidney of the infected person, so this check is very necessary.

When they went to check, the unlocked door of the isolation room was gently pushed open.

A small head poked in, looked around, and called softly, "Mommy?"

Not getting a response, the little guy was not quite reconciled, so he walked in boldly.

The curtains in the isolation room were closed, making the room very dark.

The little guy wanted to turn on the light, but he was not tall enough to touch the switch.

He groped his way into the room and shouted, "Mommy, Aunt Tiffany said you were sick, baby I'm so worried about you..."

Suddenly tripped over something under his feet, his small body jumped forward and fell to the ground.

I didn't know what I touched in my hand, and I was stabbed.

The little guy panicked, groped around on the ground, and slowly got up, still shouting: "Mummy, are you there? Mummy—"

After a long time without getting a response, he finally confirmed that Mummy was not in the room.

The little guy left disappointed.

"Baby Weiwei, why are you here?" In the corridor, I ran into nurse Tiffany.

The little guy stepped forward immediately, with an aggrieved face, "Aunt Tiffany, I want to see Mommy, where is Mommy?"

The smile on Tiffany's face stagnated, and then she squatted down and said softly: "Your mommy doesn't meet you because she is afraid of infecting you with the disease. Don't worry, she is so powerful in medicine and will heal herself. We believe that She, wait for her to come back, okay?"

What Aunt Tiffany said was true, but when he thought of Mommy being sick, he felt very sad.

"I'm very worried about Mommy." The little guy drooped his head and said sullenly.

"Let's wait patiently, eh?" Tiffany said, and when she found something, she took the little guy's claws, "Why are your hands so dirty? Go, I'll take you to wash them."