The nurse re-inserted the indwelling needle on the back of Song Mi's right hand. After fixing it, she asked before leaving: "Remember to ring the bell when the infusion is almost finished."

Song Mi nodded and said yes.

The nurse was still worried and glanced at Tan Xize, who was standing at the end of the bed, and said, "If you want to go to bed later, ask your boyfriend to keep an eye on you."

Song Mi choked and subconsciously wanted to explain: "He doesn't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tan Xize nodded politely to the nurse: "Thank you, I'll keep an eye on it."

The nurse showed a hint of embarrassment on her face, pursed her lips and carried the tray out.

There was the sound of the ward door being closed.

There were only two people left in the ward, the surroundings were quiet, and even the flow of air seemed to have slowed down.

Tan Xize, who was standing at the end of the bed, raised his feet and came to the bedside. He looked down at Song Mi who was sitting at the head of the bed and asked in a gentle voice, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"stomachache."

Song Mi's heartbeat was accelerating, and he didn't seem to speak very fluently. "I didn't know that I couldn't take ibuprofen for stomach pain. I fainted from the pain when I worked overtime..."

Tan Xize was thoughtful and asked: "What did the doctor say?"

Song Mi said: "It's okay for the time being. I'll have a gastroscopy tomorrow. I'm not eating or drinking right now."

There was a single stool with a black patent leather cushion next to Nishizawa's legs. He glanced at it and reached for the paper on the cabinet beside the bed.

Take out a few and put them on the stool.

Then he sat down.

Song Mi looked at his actions and asked curiously: "Mr. Tan, have you been mysophobic since you were a child?"

Tan Xize was sitting next to the bed, sitting close to her, and his voice could be heard more clearly: "Not really." He smiled, "It probably started in junior high school, and I don't remember the details clearly."

"..."

Song Mi nodded, looking at the man in front of him with a sense of unreality, unable to believe that he was really here.

After a while of silence, Song Mi asked again: "Mr. Tan, how did you know I'm here?"

Tan Xize tucked the quilt for her, smiled lightly, and said, "Didn't your WeChat Moments send you the hospital's bill? It says it's from this hospital."

an hour ago.

He had just finished working in the study and went back to the bedroom to take a shower. When he came out, his mobile phone received several international work emails. After reading them one by one, he casually clicked into WeChat.

He doesn't usually have the habit of visiting Moments. Tonight, he accidentally glanced at the discovery section of the bottom bar, which displayed Song Mi's profile picture.

The first item he clicked on in his circle of friends was from her, a hospital payment list. He clicked on the photo, dragged his finger to enlarge it, and saw clearly the name of the hospital at the top of the list.

Ducheng Beining Hospital, Emergency Department.

He didn't waste any time, he took out a suit from the wall closet and changed his clothes quickly and without any mess, but he didn't have the patience to match himself with a bow tie.

He took the indoor elevator down to the garage, picked the car closest to him and set off.

When I rushed to the hospital, I met Tan Wenzhou at the door. I didn't know why he was wandering around in the ward so late.

Tan Wenzhou is sitting in an electric wheelchair.

Tan Xize didn't pay too much attention to him. He came here for Song Mi, so when he passed by Tan Wenzhou, he didn't stop at all. His long legs carried the wind and he passed by briefly.

Vaguely, I heard Tan Wenzhou laugh weakly.

After taking a few steps forward, he heard Tan Wenzhou from behind saying to him: "Xianzhou, do you see that the eldest brother doesn't even say hello now?"

Tan Xize stopped slowly, looked back calmly, looked at the man who had turned the wheelchair a few meters away, symbolically called "big brother", and then said: "It's so late at night that I'm exposed, so I'd better go back to the ward as soon as possible."

It’s better to lie down.”

"..."

Regarding the superficial concern, Tan Wenzhou smiled indifferently, his pale and thin face full of morbidity: "Why are you coming to the hospital so late?"

"Brother."

Tan Xize's expression was calm, but his tone was cold and distant, "I don't think our relationship is good enough to discuss personal matters."

Without too many words or pauses, after saying this, Tan Xize turned around and walked inside.

After Tan Xize asked about leaving at the nurse's desk, Tan Wenzhou followed and asked the nurse: "Hello, may I ask, where did that man go just now?"

In this hospital, almost all the medical staff know Tan Wenzhou, the former leader of Yingda Group and the eldest son of President Lao Tan.

Undoubtedly, the nurse told him easily: "I am looking for a girl who was sent to the emergency room an hour ago."

"girl?"

Tan Wenzhou was a little surprised and asked: "What's the girl's name?"

"Song Mi."

"Okay, thank you."

-

Hearing Tan Xize's answer, Song Mi looked away from his face, stared down at the white sheets, and asked cautiously: "...are you here specifically to see me in the hospital?"

"..."

Tan Xize found it funny, and a smile escaped from his breath, and he deliberately teased her: "I came to the hospital for a walk."

Song Mi: "..."

She still didn't raise her head to look at him, and gently twisted the sheets with her fingers. For some reason, her tone suddenly became gloomy: "So I can see you when I'm sick."

Sensing her depressed mood, Tan Xize leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between the two. He stretched out his hand to smooth the broken hair from her face, and said patiently: "You can see me even if you are not sick, don't be like this

explain."

But I wasn’t sick and didn’t see you the past few days.

Song Mi protested in her heart, but did not dare to say it out loud, as it would appear that she was being too unreasonable.

Tan Xize tilted his head slightly to look at her expression. Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, he seemed to know what she was thinking, so he smiled and said, "I'm really busy at work these days."

"..."

Are you explaining this to her?

Knowing that he would be very busy every day with his status, Song Mi felt that it was not good for him to be like this, not to mention that the two of them had not confirmed their relationship yet, and he did not say that he wanted to be with her.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing that she still didn't speak, Tan Xize raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Let's do it." He paused, "If you want to see me, just send me a WeChat message and I'll make time to come out, okay?"

The tone is gentle and gentle.

People are always greedy. After receiving such a response, Song Mi felt that it was not enough. He lowered his head and muttered: "...I can't see you every day, can I?"

After saying this, she didn't hear Tan Xize speak again.

It’s over…

I guess she was really left speechless and angry?

Song Mi was worried and slowly raised her head, wanting to see what Tan Xize's expression was now. As soon as her eyes fell over, she met the man's smiling peach blossom eyes.

His face is the most attractive when he smiles, there is a kind of unconscious romance, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are full of confusion.

Like a spring rain, a clear smile pulled away from Tan Xize's face. He asked her with a smile: "How do you know you can't do it?"

Song Mi was immediately stunned.

Tan Xize followed her words and said, "If you want to see me every day, then meet me every day." His eyes roamed around her face, "So stop making a sad face."

"..."

Song Mi felt embarrassed when he looked at him. Their eyes wandered for a brief moment. She curled her lips and said, "You're teasing me again."

Talking about Xize was very innocent, and asked with a smile: "Where is it?"

"You said that I can see you every day, how is that possible?" Song Mi said, "We are fine on weekends, but can I also see you every day during working hours? We can't move the publishing house to the headquarters, right?"

"..."

Tan Xize looked at her, his black eyes were deep and silent, his voice was low and serious, and he said the same sentence: "How do you know you can't?"

Song Mi: "...?"

She really didn't know what to say now.

After a few minutes of looking at each other and being silent, Tan Xize put the hand where she was receiving the infusion into the bed and said, "Lie down, it's time for you to sleep."

He paid careful attention to the hose for her, and Song Mi slowly lay down on her back. After lying down, she turned her head to look at him, opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

As if he could read minds, Tan Xize comforted him: "I won't leave. I will stay here with you tonight."

Song Mi was a little hesitant: "But you have to go to work tomorrow. Staying in the hospital for one night will affect your work status tomorrow."

Tan Xize said it was nothing serious and just asked her to sleep well.

With him by his side, Song Mi felt a huge sense of security and peace of mind, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.
To be continued...