The nurse in the emergency room was getting ready to change her shift when she saw a man as handsome as a god approaching hurriedly, holding a... corpse in his arms.
"Sir, you..."
"Call the doctor!"
Before the nurse could finish speaking, Yan Han yelled out.
The little girl was startled and walked out quickly, "Which doctor should I call...?"
Yan Han: "..."
He took a look at the injuries Song Xiang had suffered since the morning. From head to toe, every injury was worthy of a medical report.
From this point of view, at least a consultation with the dean is required.
His expression was stern, and the nurse knew something was wrong at the first sight, so she turned around and rushed to the director's office without waiting for him to speak.
"Director Yang, there is a serious patient!"
Song Xiang blinked under his suit, his mind strangely clear.
She opened her mouth and said with her last bit of strength: "Mr. Yan, don't open your suit later, I'm afraid of embarrassment."
Yan Han: "..."
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11pm
The doctor gave Song Xiang an intravenous drip and joked: "If you were in this situation later, something would happen and it would be on the news."
Song Xiang reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.
By the window of the ward, Yan Han stood there with his brow furrowed for almost half an hour.
Song Xiang checked that he was standing, and Song Xiang gave him an intravenous drip while still standing. Even the hospitalization procedures were handled by the nurse.
"No need to prescribe medicine?"
The doctor put away his things and was about to leave. Yan Han, who had been standing as a backdrop, suddenly spoke.
"Medicine?" The doctor's eyes flashed with speechlessness behind the lenses. He pushed up the lenses, thought for a moment, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and said, "It's not that I can't prescribe it."
Song Xiang was lying on the bed. It is estimated that the doctor would at most prescribe some medicine to replenish qi and blood. After all, she was not sick in the first place and was completely fainted from hunger.
The doctor fluttered on the paper, tore it up and handed it to Yan Han, "Go get the medicine."
Yan Han finally stopped holding it and reached out to take the "medicine list".
Song Xiang watched the doctor leave and couldn't help but half-propelled her body, "Mr. Yan, there's no need to trouble you to go. I'll go by myself after the infusion."
Yan Han ignored her and scanned the "medication list" from top to bottom with a complicated expression.
Song Xiang was a little curious, "What medicine?"
"You talk so much, otherwise I won't start the drip, just take out the injection and leave, right?" Yan Han deliberately said something sarcastic, mocking Song Xiang for being too talkative.
Song Xiang pursed his lips and reflected for the umpteenth time that he was too troublesome and should have kept a cold distance from Yan Han.
The man tore up the "medication list" and threw it into the trash can. He put one hand in his pocket and walked out of the room.
With a click, the door was closed.
Song Xiang gritted her teeth and climbed up, crept out of bed, and quickly picked out all the medicine lists from the trash can.
As she picked, she complained about the serious cold stuff. Mom, the medicine list was not a trade secret, so it was torn as if it had been shredded by a paper shredder?
All the pieces of paper were picked out, but there were only one or two words on each piece.
The only one that is complete says - soy sauce.
Song Xiang was confused, what kind of medicine is so wild, and its name is soy sauce?
She blinked, sat up with difficulty, and pieced together the medicine list according to the shape of the paper pieces.
Normally, with Song Xiang's working ability, this could be done in less than three minutes.
However, her intelligence is impaired, and her head hurts even if she works hard for a while, and she cannot finish a three-minute task in ten minutes.
She worked hard for a while and rested for a while, but also had to beware of the sudden return of the severe cold.
Time passed by, the paper gradually became complete, and no one opened the door to the ward.
Song Xiang squinted his eyes and read the words on the medicine list clearly.
——When eating Bisi Yangchun noodles, you can add a little soy sauce or poached eggs, but avoid spicy food.
Song Xiang: "..."
She clicked her tongue and raised her hand to pat her forehead. What she should have thought just now is that the medicine to cure hunger must be food!
The clock on the wall had already read past nine-thirty. Yan Han had been out for most of the day and might have left directly.
Song Xiang felt that Yan Han could not go out of his way to buy Yangchun Noodles from Shibisi. That small shabby shop was in the alley behind the hospital, and CEO Yan Da's luxury car could not drive in.
She collected the shredded paper, threw it into the trash can, and lay down slowly.
The body was relaxed, there was only the sound of heartbeat in the ears, and with a glance, one could just see the nutrient solution falling drop by drop.
She was overly hungry in the office just now. She just felt dizzy and her desire to eat was not strong.
When I suddenly relaxed, my stomach reacted and started growling.
"Stop bothering, no one will feed you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ward door was pushed open from the outside.