Yan Han couldn't tell whether the doctor's words were true or false. He sat beside Song Xiang's bed for a while and decided to carry the person back first and let the doctor brought by Yan Song examine it.
Fortunately, Song Xiang was also sensible, and when Yan Han started to lift her on his back, she woke up in a daze.
"Take the medicine when you wake up." Yan Han turned his face sideways and ordered with great displeasure.
Song Xiang drooped his head and had no strength. After taking the medicine given by the doctor, his brain was still not working well.
She was so frightened that she was sweating all over and the hair on her forehead was wet. No wonder the doctor thought she had drowned.
Being carried back by Shun Han, the night wind blew over, making my whole body feel cold.
Yanhan was running at full speed when he arrived, and it didn't seem to take too long, but walking back seemed to be a long way.
Song Xiang was lying on Yan Han's back. If she turned her face sideways, she could see the fine fluff on his face. If she got closer, she could even catch the glimmer in his eyes.
"Stay away, it's too hot." Yan Han turned away angrily.
Song Xiang lowered his eyes and lay down obediently.
She has no energy now and looks much easier to bully than usual.
Yan Han was carrying her on his back, and could feel the warmth between them. Just now she suddenly came closer, her lips almost touching his neck, which made him feel itchy.
The woman was disgusted by him, and then she stopped moving, as if she was unhappy.
After passing the small fish pond, Yan Han slowed down and turned his face to look at him, "Are you dead?"
Song Xiang said "Huh" and said, "Alive."
Yan Han snorted and continued walking forward.
The small courtyard is still far away, and the surroundings are already silent. There is only the sound of insects coming from the fields, and the smell of summer is very strong.
Song Xiang lifted his body languidly, and suddenly remembered that Yan Han was carrying him, and thought of the injury on his arm, and felt a little guilty.
Turning her face sideways again, she was quiet for a while and saw beads of sweat sliding down Yan Han's forehead.
Without thinking much, she raised her hand and put her sleeve against Yan Han's forehead.
Yan Han's steps suddenly stopped.
Under the moonlight, Song Xiang looked in a daze, staring at the fine beads of sweat, gently wiping them away, and waited until she could no longer be seen before stopping.
Probably because she remembered that Yan Han said he didn't like her being too close to him, she returned to her lying position after wiping off her sweat, with her face pressed against Yan Han's shoulder, feeling particularly quiet.
Yan Han stood there for a while and then resumed his movements, but it was somewhat mechanical.
My heart seemed to be lightly scratched twice by small feathers. The feeling was subtle but lingering.
The man's Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and he breathed in and out secretly to temporarily suppress the strange feeling.
Walking quickly back to the courtyard, Mrs. Yu stood waiting at the door. When she saw them coming back, she came up and asked them a few questions.
The first few times it was Song Xiang who spoke to the old lady, Song Xiang suddenly became quiet, and Yan Han had nothing to say to the old lady, only telling the actual situation.
After entering the small courtyard, he put Song Xiang on the bed and found that Song Xiang had a dreamy expression and her eyes were dull.
He originally questioned the doctor, but after thinking about it, he called Yan Song and asked him to bring someone over immediately.
After hanging up the phone, I turned around and found that Song Xiang had already laid down and fell asleep.
The lights in the room were dim, but even so, Yan Han could see the two obvious bruises under Song Xiang's eyes.
“My mind is full of money, and I don’t even know when I will die from exhaustion.”