Song Xiang's original intention was to run in quickly to help Yan Han get up, but he moved too quickly and didn't notice that there was water in the bathroom.
When she walked in with her front feet, her back feet slipped.
There was a sound of chaos, and Song Xiang fell to the ground, grinning in pain, and sat face to face with Yan Han.
Yan Han: "I hope you will take care of me, ha."
Song Xiang was really in pain, and she secretly cursed Yan Han for not reminding her.
Yan Han: "Running so fast, I don't even have a chance to turn back."
Song Xiang: "..."
The two stared at each other, Yan Han couldn't get up to save himself, Song Xiang could only endure the pain and hold on to the door to get up.
She went out and changed into a pair of non-slip slippers, then limped back to Yanhan.
Yan Han grabbed her, not caring whether she could hold it, and once again put most of the weight down.
Song Xiang smelled the strong smell of mint in his breath. He probably drank the mouthwash after vomiting and almost drank it in his stomach.
She placed the person next to the bed. She was exhausted and sweating, and panting asked: "The doctor said if it's too uncomfortable, they can come over and give you an injection."
Yan Han frowned, "No need."
Song Xiang reached out and tested the temperature on Yan Han's forehead. It seemed to be a little lower than before.
Yan Han raised his hand and slapped his hand off his forehead angrily, his face elongated.
I want to go home and suffer, and show my face to others.
"I've finished vomiting, should you go back to the room?" he asked.
Song Xiang: "Based on the current situation, you should vomit more than once."
Yan Han glared.
Song Xiang spread his hands and said, "Why don't we have someone give us special effects injections?"
Yan Han's face showed irritability, "No need."
Song Xiang sighed, adjusted the temperature in the room, and then sat in the same position as before.
Yan Han leaned on the bedside, frowning and falling asleep, and his breathing rhythm was messy.
Song Xiang was right, the stamina of anesthesia is not small, and the vomiting just now was the prelude.
For the next half hour, Yan Han tossed back and forth between the bathroom and the bed.
Two bottles of mouthwash were empty, and there was water everywhere in the bathroom, as if there was a war.
It wasn't until twelve o'clock that the vomiting finally stopped, but the severe cold body temperature began to return. As soon as people closed their eyes, they began to feel confused.
Song Xiang didn't dare to mess around, so she went out and called the doctor while Shuang Han was asleep.
Around one o'clock in the morning, the doctor came to my door and gave me an injection to reduce the fever.
Song Xiang sent the doctor away, cooked another pot of mung bean soup, and then returned to the room to guard Yan Han.
Yan Han was lying on the bed, very quiet. Song Xiang was sitting beside his bed, and there was no movement at all.
"It will be a scourge for thousands of years. If you are like this, you will probably die."
She muttered a few words in a low voice, leaned back, and her hair unconsciously spread on the sheets in front of Yan Han.
Anyway, Yan Han couldn't hear it, so Song Xiang went on unscrupulously, "If that person is not legally responsible, I will definitely kill you while you are sick."
She looked at the ceiling and sighed: "You have such a good background, how did you get reincarnated?"
Yan Han did not respond.
Song Xiang smacked his lips, it was pointless for a person to talk to himself.
She stood up and wanted to see the injuries behind Yan Han's back. The doctor had ordered the dressing to be changed.
His back was bandaged very well, with professional techniques. Song Xiang just tore open a corner, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.
She held one hand in front of Yan Han, and when she saw the tip of the iceberg of the wound, she couldn't help but pinch her whole face.
Suddenly, Yan Han didn't know if he was awake or not. He raised his arm and pressed it on Song Xiang's waist.
Song Xiang exclaimed and immediately wanted to retreat.
Yan Han was half-conscious and felt that the person he was hugging was about to retreat. Instead, he had a rebellious mentality. He exerted force on his arms and brought the person into his arms.
Song Xiang fell on the bed, not caring much, and roared fiercely, "Stern Han!"
"Don't make any noise..."
Yan Han half-stretched his body over the woman and looked at her face with squinted eyes.
Song Xiang couldn't tell whether he was pretending or really confused. He didn't dare to take a breath.
"Let me go first."
After she finished speaking carefully, Yan Han suddenly leaned over.
The man's forehead was pressed against the pillow next to her cheek. He could easily kiss her cheek by turning his face to one side.
Song Xiang clearly felt that her heart was beating violently in her chest, and every beat was like the feeling that it was about to pop out of her throat.
She heard him take a deep breath and seemed to smell the scent of her hair.
"Smells like rose."
Song Xiang was at a loss, and then he heard him say: "Song Xiang's...stupid taste."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly moved away, with his back facing up, and lay down next to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stared at the ceiling and blinked, confused by the unreasonable plot.
The people around him were breathing steadily and seemed to be asleep.