Song Xiang is a typical independent personality. She doesn't want to owe anyone anything no matter what she does. When she joined the company, Yan Han only gave her a few "benefits", but she couldn't help falling. Today, she suddenly owed Yan Han a day.
Such a big favor made her feel like the sky was about to fall.
Doctors and nurses came in one after another, but she was restrained and could only watch the nurses come out carrying things.
A plate of gauze, yellow and red, looked scary.
She dared to yell at the doctor just now, but now she began to hesitate and chased after him to ask the doctor.
"Scars are unavoidable, and they can be removed later."
The doctor spoke in an understatement, but Song Xiang felt the pressure increase sharply. She knew Yan Han, who looked noble and didn't care about his appearance, but was actually very arrogant on the inside.
In the five years they have been together, she has never dared to bite or claw at Yan Han. Sometimes when she gets emotional, the most she can do is bite herself.
Once she scratched his paw on his back and received his cold gaze for a week, which shows how much she cares about her appearance.
It's fine this time, but there's a scar on half of my back. What's the difference between this and the sky falling?
Song Xiang was pacing back and forth outside, waiting for everything to be processed inside. The hands of his watch had already passed eleven o'clock.
Yan Song opened the door and glanced at her, "Miss Song, you can go back first."
Song Xiang shook his head, "Can I go in and take a look?"
Yan Song looked embarrassed and came out with the door ajar.
"You should go back first. You know the young master's temper. He is in a very bad mood now."
These words were very considerate, as they directly hinted to Song Xiang not to stay and be used as cannon fodder.
Anyone else would have run away long ago, but Song Xiang was stubborn.
She stood there without moving and glanced in through the crack in the door, "Don't tell Mr. Yan, I'll just wait outside. If I don't go in, I'll make him upset."
Yan Song was a little surprised. This girl usually seemed reluctant to get close to Yan Han, but when it didn't matter, she got closer to him.
He admired Song Xiang in his heart, and his tone became much better, "I will help you find a room, and you can rest next door."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "No need."
"It's okay, this is not a public hospital and there aren't that many rules."
Yan Song didn't say much and turned directly to the front desk.
Song Xiang stood outside and peeked into the room secretly. The lights were turned off and she couldn't see anything at all.
I felt a little lost, a little anxious, and what followed was an overwhelming amount of guilt.
Yan Song came back soon, and sure enough, he opened a room for Song Xiang next to him.
Song Xiang shuffled to sit in the room, but she was not sleepy at all. She was still wearing a severe cold coat, mixed with the smoke of fireworks in the wonton shop, the two blended together, and her temperament was very strange.
If he hadn't taken off his coat, there would be no way the oil soup would have come into direct contact with his skin.
Song Xiang covered her face, regretting it endlessly, and thought hard: If she hadn't listened to Wang Zheng tonight, she would have just chosen a jacket by herself.
She even hated Wen Wen a little. If Wen Wen hadn't wet her cloak, the consequences of this unnecessary disaster would not have been so serious.
A mess of emotions came over her, and she sat on the edge of the bed, motionless for a long time.
It was about twelve o'clock, the clock on the wall rang, and faint voices came from outside.
Not long after, someone knocked on the door.
Song Xiang came to his senses in an instant. He felt that something was wrong with Yan Han, so he hurriedly opened the door.
Opening the door, Yan Song was standing outside, followed by two little nurses with red eyes.
"Miss Song, I may need your help."
Song Xiang said without hesitation, "You say."
Yan Song glanced at the nurse behind him, a little helpless, "The young master was halfway through applying the medicine, but he thought they were too heavy-handed, so he kicked the person out."
Song Xiang understood and hurried out, "It's okay, just give me the things and you can teach me how to do it."
The two nurses, as if they were about to receive an amnesty, immediately explained the main points.
Song Xiang kept it all in mind and took the two trays of medicine and gauze.
Yan Song followed her and reminded in a low voice: "The young master has a meeting tomorrow morning. You must let him rest, otherwise he will not be able to hold on."
Song Xiang felt even more guilty and nodded, "I understand."
She opened the door carefully, and as soon as she took half a step in, an impatient voice came from inside.
"go out."
Song Xiang paused for a moment, then bravely walked in, and Yan Song closed the door for her.
The room was dark. Yan Han heard the noise and felt unhappy. He barely kept his eyelids open and looked over.
The familiar figure seemed to be expected, that is, this woman dared to move forward when he was unhappy.
She approached slowly without making a sound, walked around behind him, put down her things, and sat down.
Yan Han didn't move and felt her reaching out.
What followed immediately was not the stinging pain as imagined, but a slight coolness.
Yan Han opened his eyes and immediately realized what the person behind him was doing.
She gently blew air on his wound, and then took the opportunity to apply some ointment on it. Such a cross cycle did not actually cause any pain.