The burning sensation on his back disappeared, and Yan Han felt much calmer. He turned his back to Song Xiang and remained motionless, acting a bit unusually well-behaved.
Song Xiang was careful throughout the whole process and had to hurry up so as not to delay Yan Han's rest time.
She was already feeling guilty, but when she saw the pricked blisters on Yan Han's back, her emotions became even more complicated, and she was thinking of countless ways to repay the favor.
The process of applying the medicine was cumbersome and took place every two hours. After the first application, she had no intention of going out again.
Yan Han turned his back to her and made no sound. After a long time, he said: "Get out."
Song Xiang had no choice but to say softly: "You can go to sleep, I will wait to change your dressing."
Yan Han: "I can't sleep when I hear you breathing."
Song Xiang opened the drawer, took out a mask and put it on, "Can you still hear me?"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang held her chin with her hands and lay down like a puppy. She made up her mind that no matter what Yan Han said, she would take good care of him tonight.
It's easy to repay anything, but favors are the hardest.
Yan Han could guess what she was thinking without even opening his eyes, so he felt unhappy and wanted to find some trouble for her.
The room was silent, except for the occasional sound of footsteps from people outside.
Song Xiang held up her eyelids to resist the sleepiness, and kept counting the time in her mind. However, human energy is limited, and her nerves were tense tonight. She suddenly became quiet, and the sleepiness rushed over her.
Before becoming confused, she subconsciously grabbed the edge of Yan Han's pants to prevent Yan Han from needing it.
Just when she almost fell asleep, Yan Han suddenly set off.
Song Xiang felt her arm move. She sat up suddenly and looked forward with straight eyes.
Yan Han sat up with difficulty, turned around and saw Song Xiang's silly expression.
He snorted and said, "You still take care of me, and no one even knows if you fall asleep in the middle of the night."
Song Xiang licked her lips, feeling a little embarrassed. She stood up and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Yan Han: "Do you want to help me when I go to the bathroom?"
Song Xiang didn't realize the depth of his words, and then nodded, "Okay, I'll help."
Yan Han: "Heh."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, noticing the playfulness in his tone, and raised her head to meet the man's eyes.
The surroundings were dark, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, with a flash of narrowing in his pupils, and his gaze flickered across Song Xiang's face with a slightly blurred gaze.
Song Xiang realized something was wrong and her face couldn't help but heat up, "I mean, I can help you go."
Yan Han: "My leg is not broken."
With that said, he turned over and got out of bed with smooth movements.
However, when he bent down, the injury on his back was affected, and he hissed as expected.
Song Xiang was nervous and quickly went up to help her, "Be careful."
Yan Han was unhappy and glared at her, "It's not because of you."
Song Xiang was at a loss for words. Even if Yan Han didn't say anything, she still felt that tonight's incident was unavoidable.
It was rare that she didn't reply, she was as bored as a little daughter-in-law, Yan Han snorted, frowned and went to the bathroom by herself.
Song Xiang stood outside the door and waited, taking the initiative to reflect in her heart and thinking of words to apologize to Yan Han.
There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and Yan Han came out. Without even looking at Song Xiang, he lay down on his side again with a cold face.
Song Xiang sighed, walked over and sat down on the spot.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning, but Yan Han was still not asleep, and she felt something was wrong.
"Mr. Yan, are you hungry?"
She remembered that Yan Han only ate a few wontons at that time, and it was no different than not eating at all.
"I don't want to eat wontons even if I'm hungry." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang thought to himself that the wontons were not guilty, but I was the guilty one.
She whispered: "I'm going to buy some food."
Yan Han: "What good things can you buy?"
If this was normal, if Yan Han was so mean-mouthed, Song Xiang would have been too lazy to take care of him and starved him to death.
It happened that someone saved her. She felt so guilty that she could bear some details.
Song Xiang tiptoed to the door. She originally planned to buy it herself, but found two bodyguards standing at the door.
She only said one thing, and the other party immediately said that they could buy it and let her go back.
Song Xiang also felt that she couldn't buy what Yanhan wanted to eat, and her level was just a small restaurant near the hospital.
After telling the bodyguard about Yan Han's taboos, she returned to the ward.
Yan Han closed his eyes, his body fell into the darkness, and his broken hair fell down from his forehead, covering less than half of his face.
It's rare for him to be well-behaved, but he can also be integrated into it in a strange way.
Song Xiang felt that if Yan Han pretended to be pitiful, there would be few women in the world who could resist him.
She secretly took a breath, put aside the strange things in her heart, and sat down behind Yan Han again.