While the two were talking, Yan Song came over and knocked on the door, "Master, Mr. Kashiwahara is here with the doctor."
"No need."
"Mr. Kashiwahara said that he has experience with Miss Rong's illness and can give some advice."
Song Xiang: "How did he know I was sick?"
Showing hospitality for nothing is either cheating or stealing.
She adjusted her posture, trying to get Yan Han to sit down, but Yan Han didn't take it to heart, and still held her and let her lean against her.
"Let him come in and say, don't waste time." He glanced at Yan Song.
"yes."
Yan Song exited, and soon Kashiwahara Yu and the doctor were brought in.
"Mr. Kashiwahara is really well-informed." Yan Han said in a deep voice.
Kashiwahara looked talkative and turned sideways to let the doctor approach.
"Don't blame me for being nosy. Dr. Mark is an expert in this field and has treated my wife before."
Song Xiang glanced at the old white man and did not let him get close. He first asked Bai Yuanyu, "Is your wife's illness cured?"
Kashiwahara's eyes flashed dimly, and he shook his head, "I left last spring."
Song Xiang was startled.
Yan Han frowned, feeling displeased, and gently covered the side of Song Xiang's face with his hand.
"What is Dr. Mark an expert in?" he asked sharply.
The old man pushed up his glasses and said, "The prognosis of the disease."
Yan Han: "My wife doesn't have this problem."
Kashiwahara Yu glanced at Song Xiang and said: "It's better to check it out. I'm not satisfied with Mr. Yan. My wife was also born in a mother with malaria. In the days before the onset of the disease, she was dreaming and thinking too much."
Song Xiang was shocked.
Yan Han: "Yan Song."
"Master?"
"see a visitor out!"
Kashiwahara Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "Mr. Yan, I mean well..."
"Do you think everyone is a fool?" Yan Leng looked at the other party and threatened, "If you don't get out, I will personally kick you out."
Kashiwahara shook his head and had no choice but to retreat and lead the doctor out.
Yan Han hugged Song Xiang and moved his arms slightly, feeling the cold sweat on her back.
"Do you really believe him?"
Song Xiang looked pale and joked with him, "Mr. Yan, I'm afraid of death."
Yan Han: "..."
"Why are you panicking? There is nothing wrong with the examination. Is he the Lord of Hell? Will you die if I ask you to?"
Song Xiang concealed his emotions with a smile, "No, he is definitely not the Lord of Hell. This guy believes in God. The person in charge of this area should be the God of Death."
"That's alright, you're not in charge of that thing." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang laughed out loud and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Damn it, I was fine this morning, but now I feel like my whole body is melting, as if I'm really going to die."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "Stop talking nonsense."
He let go of his arms and let her lie down.
"What are you doing?" Song Xiang looked up at him.
"Look for Xiao Sheng."
"Huh?" Song Xiang wondered, "What are you looking for her for?"
"Find her to clarify the matter." Yan Han poured a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "There are no ghosts in this world, and you are not sick. That means someone is pretending to be a ghost."
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "Do you want to check Baiyuan Yu?"
"Don't worry, you don't need me to come."
Song Xiang said nothing and watched him walk out of the suite.
…
Hospital
Xiao Sheng had only been lying down for four days and was just able to move. When Gong Shiheng saw her answering the phone, he turned around and changed into clothes, which were obviously professional clothes.
"Are you going to fight again?"
Xiao Sheng glanced at him, walked to his bedside, inserted a piece of apple into his mouth, "I can't fight, I'm weak now."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Xiao Sheng turned around in a circle and smacked his lips, "Sneaking the chicken and touching the dog."