Gu Lian vividly described the scene to Song Xiang on the phone, and added another sentence when it came to the intense part.
"Your suitor was very unhappy at the time, threw the cup and left."
Song Xiang: "Duan Ge?"
Gu Lian: "Yes."
Song Xiang could completely imagine the scene at that time. Duan Ge was probably going to be furious, but throwing the cup away was really a loss of face.
Gu Lian was still about to say something, but a man's voice suddenly appeared on the phone, calling out "Baby" without mercy.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and immediately recognized Lu Zechen.
Gu Lian cursed directly and then took the opportunity to hang up the phone.
Song Xiang shook his head helplessly and sighed at the empty clinic building.
The operation lasted almost two hours. The doctor had to clean off all the dead skin on Yan Han's back and then apply medicine.
Song Xiang felt sleepy waiting, and when the operating light went out, she stood up holding on to the wall.
The operation was performed under local anesthesia, which did not affect Mr. Yan's dignity at all. He was pushed out in a wheelchair with a fierce expression on his face.
Song Xiang wanted to laugh a little. Yan Han was usually a real tiger, but now it made her feel a bit like a tiger cub that roared deliberately, oh oh oh oh.
She took the wheelchair from the nurse and glanced at Yan Han's back, which had been bandaged and looked much worse than before.
"Are you going to be hospitalized tonight?"
Yan Han: "Don't I have a house?"
Song Xiang: "...Yes."
Damn it, can't you talk properly?
She rolled her eyes wide behind Yan Han, pushed him to the door of the ward, and waited for Yan Song to come over.
The doctor recommended staying in the hospital for observation, but he refused with a cold face.
"Even if you don't stay in the hospital for observation, someone must take care of you. The high fever is expected to continue tonight, and physical cooling is indispensable." The doctor warned.
Yan Song nodded continuously, "Miss Song will take care of Mr. Yan."
Song Xiang:???
Did I speak?
She opened her mouth, but it was difficult to retort. After all, she had just said in front of Yan Han that she would remember his kindness. It would be too shameful to go back on her words on the spot.
Yan Song prepared a car and took them directly back to Hengshan Residence.
Song Xiangan worked hard and put herself in the position of a caregiver, which made her feel a lot better.
She was severely cold and had a fever, but the situation was just a little better than in the hotel. Apart from her cold face, she didn't have the strength to speak.
After entering the house, Song Xiang and Yan Song helped Yan Han to the bedroom.
Yan Song retired after his success and stared at Song Xiang: "Young master, please leave."
Song Xiang said, "Leave it to me..."
Normally she would never dare to say such words seeking death, but now that she is ill with cold and is not very lethal, she should be fine if she takes care of her.
The most important thing is that the favor must be returned.
She first quickly made ice in the refrigerator, prepared towels and ice packs, and boiled water to make medicine.
After working for a long time, there was no movement in the room, and Yan Han didn't find any fault.
Song Xiang was worried and walked in with hot water. She found that he was leaning sideways, his brows were furrowed, and his face was pale.
She went over and tested the temperature of his forehead. It was frighteningly hot, enough to fry an egg.
"Severe cold?"
"Um……"
She responded vaguely, probably not even knowing who she was.
Song Xiang sighed, hurriedly went out to get an ice pack, and brought in all the medicine.
"Open your mouth and drink the medicine."
Yan Han was confused by the fever and felt annoyed when he heard the sound. He waved his hand back and almost knocked over everything in Song Xiang's hand.
Song Xiang had no choice but to put ice cubes against his back to physically cool him down as much as possible.
Probably it was too cold on his back, and Yan Han couldn't help but open his eyes.
"You...have thought of a new way to harm me?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"No, because you are still considered a human being recently, I will not do harm to the people for the time being."
Song Xiang was so confused because of his fever that he spoke without hesitation and even had the courage to make jokes.
Yan Han snorted, exhaled two hot breaths, moved his face forward, and accidentally touched Song Xiang's palm.
Song Xiang had just taken the ice, and her palms were cold. Shen Han felt comfortable and couldn't help but rub it twice.
In the world of ice and fire, Song Xiang was stunned, and Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief.
Probably the person in front of him was too well-behaved, so well-behaved that he was harmless, so Song Xiang unconsciously lowered his guard.
She didn't move her hand away until the temperature in her palm was absorbed by Shun Han's face, and he took the initiative to move his face away.
"Wake up and drink some medicine."
Song Xiang spoke again, but Yan Han still ignored him.
Physical cooling only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If used too much, it will be counterproductive.
Song Xiang thought for a moment and replaced the capsule with antipyretic medicine. She poured out the powder inside, and then while Yan Han was asleep, she opened Yan Han's mouth desperately.
If the powder is poured in all at once, it will definitely be miserable.
She was confused by severe cold and fever, but she still opened her eyes.
He subconsciously wanted to spit it out, but Song Xiang's quick eyes and quick hands covered his mouth with both hands, not even giving him a chance to open his mouth.
"Swallow it!"
Yan Han stared, feeling in a daze that the woman in front of him had a ferocious face, fierce eyes, and amazing strength.
He didn't hear what she said clearly, but he could tell from the look in her eyes that what she said was: Go to hell!
Song Xiang didn't understand either. It was just a little powder. How could he struggle so violently?