Song Xiang fell asleep in a daze. On the way, Yan Han went to the attending doctor's office. She opened her eyes and vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.
The doctor wearing a mask walked in and looked like he should be Dr. Li, one of the attending doctors.
Song Xiang thought he was going to have his temperature taken, so he pushed himself up with difficulty.
"Do not move."
Very nice male voice.
Song Xiang was a little surprised. She took a second look at the approaching doctor and felt something was wrong.
She rolled her eyes and glanced outside, wanting to call someone in.
The doctor came to her side and checked her physical data naturally.
Song Xiang calmly reached for the phone.
The person standing beside the bed suddenly lowered his head, and his eyes happened to fall on her hand holding the mobile phone.
Song Xiang was shocked.
The man clicked his tongue behind the mask.
Song Xiang raised his head and met the other person's eyes.
The distance just now was too far for her to recognize him, but when she suddenly saw these eyes, she immediately thought of a person.
Nan Che?!
There was silence for a moment.
The man did not take off his mask, but winked at her and said, "Good boy."
Song Xiang:!!!
She immediately woke up, widened her eyes, and stared blankly at the white coat in front of her.
"you……"
"Shh-" Nan Che put a finger up to her lips, making a silent gesture.
Song Xiang swallowed and subconsciously followed the instructions.
Nan Che smiled, eyes crooked.
Song Xiang was a little nervous and looked up at the person in front of her. She said he was her uncle, but there was no understanding between them. The strange thing was that she subconsciously felt that he was not dangerous, but she was worried that he would be discovered by others.
She clenched the quilt tightly and whispered: "Xiao Sheng is outside..."
Nan Che shrugged, "I'm not afraid."
He took out a box of medicine and two glass bottles from his pocket, filled with small pills.
"Hand." He stretched out his hand to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang raised his hand.
"Good boy." Nan Che praised, and at the same time put his hand on Song Xiang's pulse.
Song Xiang stared at him and felt a chill on her wrist. She flinched, but did not withdraw her hand.
Nan Che quietly checked her pulse and then let go, "It's not a big problem."
Song Xiang believed him inexplicably and nodded.
Nan Che threw everything in his hand to her and said: "Get the injection now. Take two pills at a time. Take it once every four hours. The fever will be gone soon."
Song Xiang said "Oh", grabbed something on the quilt with both hands, held it in his chest blankly, and then continued to stare at Nan Che.
There was movement outside.
She immediately said: "He's back."
Seeing her reminding him that she was in a good mood, Nan Che stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead quickly, "You're so good."
He pulled up his mask and whispered to Song Xiang: "Uncle is leaving."
Song Xiang blinked and said, "Where are you going?"
As soon as she finished asking, the door to the room was already opened.
Nan Che turned around and was face to face with Yan Han.
Song Xiang's breathing stopped.
Yan Han stood by the door, his eyes intersecting with the people inside, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He glanced inside and found something in Song Xiang's hand.
"Mr. Yan." Nan Che took the initiative to speak.
Yan Han calmly turned sideways and said, "Dr. Li, thank you for your hard work."
His tone was calm, but he emphasized the words "Dr. Li" lightly.
Nan Che raised his eyebrows and lazily put his hands into his pockets, "It's not hard."
With that said, he looked back at Song Xiang, turned around and walked towards the door.
Passing by Yan Han, he suddenly stopped and quietly winked at Yan Han.