Yan Han kicked open the door to the room and stormed out angrily.
There was no strong personal aura in the room, so Song Xiang relaxed and leaned weakly against the bed.
After calming down, she realized that her palms were wet with cold sweat.
It's really crazy, he actually poured Yan Han's noodles all over his head.
Song Xiang slapped his forehead and muttered curses to himself, feeling very irritated.
The severe cold was gone forever, and it was unclear what the meaning was, leaving Song Xiang alone in the ward with random thoughts.
After eight o'clock, the doctor came to check and Song Xiang wanted to be discharged.
The doctor scolded him angrily and prescribed a bunch of medicine, "Young people, your body is the capital of revolution."
Song Xiang felt sad when he heard this, and thought to himself that he was not desperate for his life, but was forced by life.
She packed her things and slowly went to the pharmacy to get medicine.
During the gap in the queue, two young nurses next to me were whispering.
"That Mr. Lin from District 3 is really difficult to take care of. He hasn't stopped since he entered the hospital yesterday."
"This kind of people are the most annoying. They don't like the conditions of our hospital, so they might as well just go to a private hospital."
"The injury is not serious, yet it still requires Dean Yang to perform the surgery."
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Song Xiang eavesdropped as if nothing had happened, took the medicine and left quickly. He just paid more attention to the people around him to avoid encountering Lin Cong, the god of plague.
She put on a mask and entered the elevator. There was only one woman inside. She was well-dressed. When she saw her coming in, she immediately moved to the side.
The elevator door closed and people around me started making phone calls.
"Okay, I've already bought them. They're all your favorites."
"I bought it for you myself, Lin Cong, don't go too far!"
One second she was a sweet little cutie, and the next second she was a fiery hot pepper, completely different from the other two.
Song Xiang stood aside and couldn't help pouting. He just heard the nurse complaining about Lin Cong outside, and he met his girlfriend when he entered the elevator. He didn't know what the fate was.
elevator door opens
The people around him hung up the phone angrily and started stamping their feet in the elevator, calling Lin Cong a bastard.
Song Xiang got off the elevator without stopping for a moment, staying away from these crazy crowds.
When I walked to the first floor, my phone started ringing again, and the caller ID was Duan Ge.
Song Xiang then remembered that Duan Ge was stopped by Lu Zechen last night, and he didn't know what happened next.
She answered the phone while walking, and as soon as she answered the call, Duan Ge's voice came out.
"Song Xiang, where are you? How's it going? What did that bastard do to you?!"
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, "I'm fine, I just stayed in the hospital for one night."
"What?" Duan Ge didn't believe it.
Song Xiang didn't want to explain the specific details, so he asked questions before Duan Ge asked.
"What about you, where are you?"
As expected, Duan Ge's attention was drawn away, followed by a curse word.
"That bitch Lu Zechen actually called me. I've been locked up at home since last night!"
Song Xiang blinked. She didn't expect Lu Zechen to use this move. She wanted to laugh, but she didn't think it was authentic, so she could only hold back her laughter.
After Duan Ge finished scolding, she began to comfort: "You stay at home for two days, and when you can come out, I will treat you to dinner?"
Duan Ge was still angry on the phone. He was obviously so angry that his soul was roaring. No matter what Song Xiang said, his mood could not be calmed down.
"Just wait, I can go out tomorrow, and they will have something nice to see then!"
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What was the difference between his harsh words and that of a child?
She coaxed Duan Ge a few more words, and a taxi happened to be coming, so she quickly took the opportunity to hang up the phone.
After getting in the car, the driver asked about the destination. Song Xiang thought for a while and decided that it would be better to go to the company first to check on the situation.
"Did something happen to your company's organized racing yesterday?"
The driver glanced at Song Xiang in the rearview mirror and compared Song Xiang's face with the one on the news.
Song Xiang pulled up her mask and coughed slightly, "I had a cold yesterday and asked for leave. I'm not sure yet."
The driver said "Oh", then looked away, turned on the radio and started chatting.
Entertainment news was playing on the radio. There were no pictures, but the sound was very clear.
"Mr. Yan, according to relevant media reports, you carried a mysterious woman out of Yan's Building last night. Is it true?"
Song Xiang automatically ignored the driver's voice, picked out all the words on the radio, and quietly waited for the man's response.
The reporter asked several times in a row, but Yan Han didn't answer. Until the last time, he probably got impatient and his tone was very unkind.
"We are all adults. She is willing to do so. Do I need to report to you?"
The usual arrogant tone and warm reply make people think a lot.
Song Xiang's face felt slightly hot just listening to the voice, and she deliberately stopped looking forward, for fear that the driver would notice the color on her face.
The driver was talking enthusiastically when he heard Yan Han's words on the radio. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "Let me tell you, those who say such things are most likely irresponsible."
Song Xiang's temples jumped and he laughed twice, feeling very complicated.