The man threw the oily soup that had just been served from the kitchen. He originally wanted to disfigure Song Xiang, but unexpectedly, it all fell on Yan Han's back.
Yan Han was not wearing a coat, and only had a thin shirt on him. The hot oil soup was poured over him, instantly soaking his clothes and directly touching his skin.
Song Xiang felt her head explode with a bang. Almost immediately, she started to unbutton Yan Han's shirt and took it off, shouting: "Go to the hospital!!"
With lightning speed, Yan Song took Yan Han from Song Xiang's hand and strode into the car.
Song Xiang jogged to keep up, and his entire brain's thinking system stopped working in an instant.
Yan got off the car and she supported Yan Han, moving carefully for fear of touching the skin behind him.
Yan Han's face was ugly, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't even look at Song Xiang, nor did he snort.
From the moment he got off the bus, Song Xiang only heard a little sound when he blocked the oily soup.
Yan Song went to a private hospital. He immediately called the emergency department and called the director.
Within twenty minutes, all the dermatologists on duty arrived, and even the hospital director rushed over.
"A piece of skin has blistered, and the fluid inside has to be drained out."
"The burnt area is relatively large, so it's a bit tricky."
"It's better to treat it conservatively first and don't puncture it, otherwise it will easily leave scars."
Several experts and doctors had an urgent discussion in front of everyone. Due to Yan Han's status, no one wanted to stand out and hesitated to make a decision.
Song Xiang stood outside the crowd, her hands and feet were cold, and when she glanced at her, she saw the side face of Shun Han who was holding back.
She opened her mouth and couldn't help shouting: "Aren't you doctors? Let's give him pain relief first. Do you need to have a meeting to discuss this little matter?!"
Her voice was too loud and her momentum was too strong. The dean standing next to her was also startled.
Coupled with the fact that there was a fierce Yan Song next to him, several doctors immediately stopped talking.
Chi Guo took a deep breath against the severe cold on his upper body, endured the pain and raised his head, and saw Song Xiang with a fierce look on his face through the broken hair hanging down in front of his forehead.
He wanted to laugh a little, feeling that his "holy favor" over the past few years had not been in vain, and the dead woman still had some conscience.
"Mr. Yan, do you mind leaving a scar?" the dean next to him bravely asked.
Yan Yanhan suppressed his smile and raised his head with a stern look, "Do I seem like a woman who cares about such details?"
The dean felt a chill go down his spine and looked embarrassed. He quickly raised his head and warned several doctors.
"Pop the blisters first, and move quickly."
Several doctors had a backbone and rushed out to prepare tools.
The ward was empty except for Yan Song and Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stood far away, still not daring to step forward. She still remembered the moment when the oil soup was poured on her, and her heels felt like lead. The moment she entered the ward, she couldn't move. The roar just now was used up.
All her strength.
There were hurried footsteps outside, and the atmosphere was tense, which was at the same level as the atmosphere in the ward. Yan Han raised his eyes, squinted and looked at Song Xiang.
"What do you want to do by poking there?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and made no sound.
Yan Han frowned, a little impatient, and turned to Yan Song, "Get her out, she looks upset."
Yan Song twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Song Xiang, "Miss Song, why don't you go out first?"
Song Xiang: "My feet are numb."
Yan Han: "Move her out."
Yan Song: "...Yes."
Song Xiang stood by the door, blinking as Yan Song approached, and without waiting for a reaction, Yan Song directly picked her up.
Her body was upright, and it looked like she had indeed been "moved" out.
In the room, Yan Han was out of sight and out of mind, but he felt that the pain on his back was clearer and more unbearable than before.
Yan Song moved Song Xiang out and closed the door after entering.
There is one less person breathing in the room, but the atmosphere is completely different.
Yan Han frowned, raised his head and looked outside, and his eyes widened in the next second.
Yan Song was surprised and turned around to follow Yan Han's gaze.
Outside, Song Xiang was like a gecko, pressing his face against the window very persistently, looking in with burning eyes.
Yan Han: "..."
He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Close the curtains!"
Yan Song felt that his laughter was a bit unkind, so he held it in tightly, walked to the window very cruelly, and closed the curtains with a brush.