The doctor wrote a prescription and said, "If you're not allergic to crab or cheese individually, then it might've been because they were both taken into your body at the same time. It's also possible that it was something of those foods that caused your allergic reaction. If you need it, I can help you check the cause."
I nodded. "Alright, please do!" It would probably save me from worrying too much next time, just in case I ate the same thing without realizing it again.
Due to the fact that we were in the city, the hospital was flooded with a large number of people, and the wards were full. I could only sit by the corridors to get an IV drip and to check the cause of my allergy. The nurse retrieved some blood from me, hung the IV drip there, and left.
There were quite a few wards in the corridor. It was late at night, and many other sick patients had already fallen asleep.
I couldn't sleep, so I closed my eyes and pretended to rest. Naomi was busy covering the medical expenses. Sebastian was searching for a parking space.
Looking for a parking space in the city was always so troublesome.
I took a nap for a while, and heard a noise from the corridor. I opened my eyes and saw that it came from a male doctor in a white coat.
When he saw me, he asked, "Did I wake you up?"
I shook my head and said, "No, I wasn't even sleeping!" I looked at the IV fluid I was on instinctively. It was almost finished, and I saw the syringe in his hand.
I was dumbstruck and asked, "Are you changing the fluid for me?"
He shook his head, held the IV drip, and said, "Just topping up!"
I watched as the needle in his hand was inserted into the bottle and the liquid in the needle was pushed into the bottle.
I asked, doubtful, "Isn't the fluid supposed to be inserted separately?" Why was the hospital suddenly using syringes?
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