***
"Don't cry, Nana, the test results haven't come out yet, have they?"
Qiao Chutian comforted her, "Maybe it's just the doctor's wild guessing. Don't be nervous yet!"
"Chutian, I'm scared!"
Lin Na looked at him with a pitiful face, "What if I have a terminal illness, what should I do? I'm so scared."
After speaking, her tears flowed like pearls on a broken string.
Qiao Chutian turned to the nurse and said, "Go grab some tissues from my car for her."
The nurse brought the tissues to Lin Na.
Lin Na then took the tissue and wiped away her tears.
"Achoo!"
Maybe it was a bit chilly, maybe there was too much dust, or perhaps it was some emotion.
Anyway, Mai Xiaomai felt her nose tingle, and then she sneezed uncontrollably, her snot spraying out, some landing on Qiao Chutian's neck.
Qiao Chutian took a clean handkerchief out of his pocket, first turned back, attentively wiped her nose, then wiped the snot off his own neck, and asked with concern, "Do you feel cold?"
"Mhm."