"Achoo!"
Lu Zhaozhao couldn't hold it back and sneezed.
Song Sinian's brow furrowed almost instantly, "Do you have a cold?"
Lu Zhaozhao quickly shook her head, "No, I just felt a bit of an itch in my nose... I..."
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Lu Zhaozhao's following words were cut off by two more sneezes.
Now even if she wanted to deny it, it was too late.
Song Sinian immediately wrapped her in the blanket and pressed the emergency bell by the bed.
Soon, the doctor arrived in their private hospital room.
The on-duty doctor, because of his haste, nearly stumbled and fell as he rushed over and asked, "Mr. Song, what seems to be the problem?"
He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and immediately moved forward to examine Song Sinian.
He heard Song Sinian's cool voice slowly say, "It's not me, my wife has caught a cold."
"???"
The doctor stood still, completely stiff, thinking he must have misheard.
