Li Mingxi shook her head. "No. Your illness is pretty serious, you have to get an injection. Otherwise tomorrow morning's plane ticket will be wasted."
Xiao Lang really wanted to say, then let it be wasted, I paid for it anyway, I honestly don't feel bad about it at all.
He held it in and muttered, "Let's not do the injection yet. If my condition still doesn't improve, then we'll talk."
Li Mingxi threw him a glare.
"You're really naive. You're already up to 39 degrees. If you don't bring the fever down, you're going to burn your brain into an idiot."
"It's fine, I'm not an idiot yet…"
"From where I'm standing, you already are."
Li Mingxi picked up the syringe and stopped wasting words on him.
"Right now you have to give me your hand! If you don't, I'll get someone to carry you to the hospital, and I'll leave by myself first thing tomorrow morning. I mean it!"
The threat was harsh enough that Xiao Lang didn't dare keep being stubborn.
