Yan Han sat aside, with his head tilted slightly, holding his temples with only two fingers, looking at Song Xiang with a half-smile, "You have someone to support you, so your confidence in speaking is different?"
Song Xiang frowned and glanced at Duan Ge, probably guessing what the two people had just said.
She faced Yan Yan's gaze without giving in, "If you know someone to support me, you can give me more face in the future."
The false smile in Yan Han's eyes froze instantly, and he kept the same posture, looking at Song Xiang intently.
After a long while, he sneered.
"The people who support you are not even counted among me. Are you worthy of me giving you face?"
After he finished speaking, before Song Xiang could reply, Duan Ge had already stepped forward.
"Yan, please stop pretending here. When I'm here from now on, if you dare to touch her, try it."
Song Xiang was helpless. She was just trying to show off her rhetoric, but she accidentally lit the fire, and she couldn't hold back.
"Ignorance." Yan Han didn't even look at Duan Ge. He straightened up and looked at the doctor behind Duan Ge, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Her legs have been treated?"
The doctor was just watching the fun. He didn't know when he stopped moving his hands. He was suddenly called upon by Yan Han. Embarrassment flashed across his face and he quickly lowered his head to continue.
The surrounding air was almost solid, Song Xiang's mind went blank, and even the pain in his legs was numb.
No one spoke, only Duan Ge stood in front of Song Xiang with all his strength, like an old hen protecting her young.
Yan Han didn't even bother to look at him. He looked impatient to leave and looked at the time on his wrist again and again.
Song Xiang noticed his movements and couldn't help but said: "If Mr. Yan is too busy, why not leave first."
"It's up to you to control whether I can walk or not?" Yan Han swung his sword through the air.
Song Xiang bit her lip, rolled her eyes behind Duan Ge, shut up and didn't want to speak anymore.
After a while, the doctor took care of her wounds and carefully explained the details.
"It's best to be hospitalized for observation."
"Hospitalized?" Song Xiang frowned and looked at the doctor doubtfully, "Is it that serious?"
"This is a steel needle, not an embroidery needle." The doctor was speechless and threw the tweezers in his hand into the alcohol.
Song Xiang was at a loss for words and was silent for a moment. She didn't want to be hospitalized, but she was also worried that there was something wrong with her legs. She was in a dilemma.
"Whatever you want, just stay here." Duan Ge turned around and made a decision for Song Xiang. He quickly took out his card and said, "I'll pay for you."
Song Xiang hadn't made up her mind yet and hesitated to speak, but Duan Ge didn't give her a chance to think and walked out the next second.
She sighed helplessly, raised her head, and met Yan Han's cold eyes again. She felt a little uncomfortable and turned her face away in shame.
Duan Ge acted very quickly, and it didn't take long for everything including the ward to be arranged.
Song Xiang originally wanted to walk over, but Duan Ge hugged her directly, all at once, without giving anyone else a chance.
Yan Leng watched without making any sound, but followed him all the way to the ward.
Song Xiang was hugged by Duan Ge, her body was very stiff and she didn't dare to lean on him.
She knew in her heart that under the strict laws of the world, she was still his private property, at least a used private property. Since it was private property, she should not be touched by others.
Yan Han has been silent all this time, something must be up to him, maybe he is holding back his ultimate move somewhere.
After entering the ward, Duan Ge was busy, completely ignoring the presence of Yan Han, and the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.
Song Xiang felt that the pain in her head was worse than the pain in her legs. She was so anxious that her brain was about to explode. At the critical moment, the ward door was pushed open from the outside.
Led by Yang Liu, a group of women, and Wang Yong, who had gauze on his head and was more seriously injured than Song Xiang.
"Why are you here?" Song Xiang was surprised.
Everyone squeezed in. As soon as they entered the door, they found that Yan Han was blocking the front door and showed no intention of moving away.
So the scene became a bit funny. Several people kept squeezing in, and immediately stopped at the door, motionless, for fear of being squeezed into the cold.
"We saw you in a car accident in the aerial photography, so we came over to take a look." Yang Liu bravely spoke, his usual aura was gone, and he didn't even dare to look behind Yan Han.
Seeing how uncomfortable they were, Song Xiang originally wanted to say a few words, but was afraid that Shun Han would not give him face, so he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say much.
However, if she doesn't say it, there will always be fools and cowards.
Jiang Tingting seized the opportunity, squeezed out of the way of Yangliu, and went directly to Yan Han.
"Mr. Yan, don't stand at the door. It's very unsafe~" She imitated the accent of a Taiwanese girl and cooed, while ogling Yan Han.
Song Xiang pouted, lighting a candle in advance for this fool.
Sure enough, Yan Han lowered his eyes in the next second and said in a cold tone, "What kind of disgusting smell does it smell like on you?"