What happened to Yan Han happened in a hurry, and people woke up in a hurry. Everyone gathered around to watch the artificial respiration without any thoughts of the day. When the doctor carried Yan Han onto the stretcher, the rumors started to spread.
Especially Duan Ge rushed into the crowd with a gloomy face, picked up Song Xiang who fell on the ground, and returned to the guest room without saying a word.
Song Xiang experienced a thrilling scene and was stunned while sitting on the bed until Duan Ge spoke loudly.
"There are so many people, do you have to give them artificial respiration?!"
Song Xiang frowned, not expecting Duan Ge to ask such a question immediately.
"Human life matters."
"Bullshit, people's lives are at stake. Bo Zhan knows so much, why doesn't he do it himself?!" Duan Ge was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He picked up the water glass and took a sip, then smashed it to the ground, cursing in his mouth.
Song Xiang instinctively felt that he was being unreasonable, but was stunned when he heard the last sentence.
Yes, the situation was so urgent just now. Bo Zhan shouldn't have to worry about men and women. It would save more time to do it himself.
"He was really drowning, he wasn't pretending."
Song Xiang thought of Yan Han's appearance and immediately rejected the thought that passed by.
Duan Ge was at a loss for words. It was hard for him to say this. After all, no one would joke with their lives.
He was pacing back and forth, feeling very unhappy and not wanting to throw anger at Song Xiang. Everyone saw it at that time. It was Lin Yihuan who forcibly pulled Song Xiang and rushed over.
The situation was urgent. If Song Xiang tried to shirk away, he would probably be sprayed to death.
Duan Ge breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Song Xiang, "You rest first, I'll go out for a while."
He had always been supportive of Song Xiang. It was rare for him to speak coldly like this, and he would just slam the door and walk out.
Song Xiang had no choice but to rub his temples and calm down. Several fleeting images flashed through his mind.
When she leaned over to give Yan Han artificial respiration, he suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were wet, with natural defenses, but they had no deterrent effect because of drowning.
The cold feeling on my lips was not felt at the time, but now it is very real, as if I am still in that scene.
So annoying.
Song Xiang scratched his hair and weakly grabbed his phone. Before he could unlock it, a call came through.
It's Zhao Zhe.
Song Xiang guessed that he had rushed over to take care of Yan Han, so he thought about it and accepted it.
"Sister Xiang, what's going on over there?"
Song Xiang gave the general situation, "I should be fine now."
Zhao Zhe sighed and said in an anxious tone, "Sister Xiang, why don't you stop Mr. Yan? The injury on his back is so serious. Even if nothing happens, he will still be infected."
Song Xiang was depressed: "Who can stop him?"
"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it. Aren't we just getting money based on people's looks?" Zhao Zhe rarely spoke from above and said: "I have just come into contact with Wenxin here. She wants to keep that old man as long as she lives.
My child is still falling on Mr. Yan’s head, Mr. Yan is already unlucky enough.”
Song Xiang was confused when he heard this, "What old man?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she got up from the bed in a hurry, resisting her dizziness and asked: "Isn't the child cold?"
Zhao Zhe said "Ah" and exclaimed "Oh my God" in shock, "How could the child be Mr. Yan's?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Zhao Zhe: "That child belongs to Mr. Li from the Sixteen Days Hotel. Mr. Yan suddenly came to find you that day and left Wenxin alone in the hotel. What happened that night."
Song Xiang was dumbfounded. His mind turned around and he vaguely remembered the timeline.
The night she plotted against Yan Zhenzhen, Yan Han suddenly appeared, and there was really no warmth around her at that time.
"Sister Xiang?" Zhao Zhe called again.
Song Xiang fell onto the bed, feeling complicated, "I...I'm listening."
"I have to wait for Wenxin to leave the operating room, and I'll be back in a while. Please help me keep an eye on Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang hesitated, "I..."
Look at the hammer, she tried to die a few days ago to shame Yan Han, but now she can't even speak, how can she look at people.
However, Zhao Zhe didn't care, said a few more words, and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Song Xiang sat by the window and patted her head several times, recalling Yan Han's reaction on the phone.
He had clearly given hints, but she had made a subjective assumption at the time, directly labeling Yan Han.
Others blocked the trouble for her, but she...repaid kindness with revenge?
Song Xiang was not willing to owe favors to others, but after going around in this way, it was no longer as simple as favors.
Her mind was so confused that she couldn't sit still at all, so she opened the door and walked in the direction of Yan Han.
Always confirm the situation first.
I went to the front desk and asked for the room number, and then followed the sound all the way.
The entire fourth floor has been occupied, with only a few medical staff coming in and out, and the corridors are empty.
Song Xiang walked over cautiously, gradually approaching Yan Han's room, and heard vague sounds coming from the room next to her.
"You're brave enough, aren't you afraid of something really happening?"
"I have been diving abroad for four or five years, so I still have some confidence in this. Brother Chen still doesn't believe me?"
"It really scared me at the time. If something happened to Lao Yan, why shouldn't I be buried with him?"
The two male voices are easily identifiable, they are Bo Zhan and Lu Zechen.