Su Lu returned to the ward, where Zhao Xiaole had been sleeping without waking.
Although the child wasn't seriously ill, he had been frightened, and was quite exhausted in spirit.
So, he slept deeply. Su Lu tiptoed to the bed, touched the back of the child's neck to check the temperature, and then pulled up the blanket a bit more.
She bent down to kiss the child's forehead, before walking out to the small living room.
Qiao Li brought over a cup of hot honey and chrysanthemum tea, "Take a sip."
Su Lu frowned, "It's hot."
Qiao Li smiled gently and coaxed, "Be good, drink some. Otherwise, you'll have stomach pains in a couple of days."
Su Lu felt a bit embarrassed, as her period was due soon—though the timing wasn't always exact, it never varied by too much.
Because of her menstrual pain... other women's discomfort tended to ease after giving birth.
