"She cut her wrists in the living room and was stopped at that time. The wound shouldn't be deep. We didn't dare to go in. We were mainly afraid that she would harm herself again," the nurse reminded Song Xiang.
Song Xiang looked solemn and stood at the door a little at a loss. She patted the door and said, "Madam?"
"Get out!"
Song Xiang: "..."
If you are full of energy, it shouldn't be a big problem.
"Even if the wound is not deep, something will happen if it keeps bleeding." The nurse whispered.
Song Xiang scratched her hair and asked the nurse, "Does she have any requests?"
The two nurses looked at each other, "I want to see Xiao Yan!"
Song Xiang: "..."
Just seeing a son, how about putting yourself in danger of death?
The voice of the old housekeeper came from outside. Song Xiang turned her head and found that the housekeeper had thrown the key in for her.
The other party whispered to her: "Go right in."
Song Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth and picked up the keys on the ground. He really couldn't figure out why such an unfortunate task fell on him.
She inserted the key quietly, not daring to make any sound.
Slowly turn the door handle, opening only a small gap, and the hot air inside pours out.
She frowned and quickly got in through the gap.
It was so foggy that I couldn't see anyone at all.
After waiting for a long time, my eyes finally adjusted to the surrounding situation.
Stepping on the water and walking inside, I vaguely saw a human figure soaking in the large bathing pool.
The woman has a slender figure. Even though she is nearly fifty years old, her skin is still smooth and firm. Song Xiang cannot see her face, but he is sure that her face must be perfectly maintained.
"Xiao Yan..."
Song Xiang felt a little uncomfortable when she heard the slight murmur, "Auntie?"
The person in the bathtub was startled and turned around suddenly, his face behind the mist full of horror.
"Who are you?!"
Song Xiang stopped and said, "I am Song Xiang."
"Song Xiang..."
The woman sniffed and shrank into the fish tank.
"Where is my Xiao Yan?"
Song Xiang knelt down and spoke in a coaxing tone: "He is already heading here."
The woman lowered her head and put her wrist into the water.
Suddenly, the water turned red.
Song Xiang was so frightened that he couldn't care less, so he rushed over and grabbed the woman's arm.
The woman immediately began to struggle, crying and shouting "Xiao Yan", her voice was sobbing, and she didn't look like a fifty-year-old woman at all.
Song Xiang didn't have time to think too much, and she suddenly burst out of strength and dragged the person out of the bathtub.
An Xuyue sat on the ground, also stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"You are so strong..."
Song Xiang was a little speechless, so she took the towel and held her wrist first.
"Let's go out first and put on our clothes. Yan Han will be back soon."
In desperation, she subconsciously did not call her "Mr. Yan."
An Xuyue shut her mouth and sat slumped in place, as if waiting for someone to move her.
Song Xiang was helpless, "I can't hold you."
An Xuyue: "I'm less than eighty pounds."
Song Xiang: "..."
An Xuyue glanced at her, pursed her lips, and said softly: "You try it."
Song Xiang's temple was slapped hard, "I really..."
Just as she was about to refuse, the woman immediately started sniffling.
"I'll try."
"good."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, thinking that there was indeed a reason for Yan Han's illness, and his parents were both abnormal.
She stood up, stretched her muscles, and tried to hug An Xuyue.
An Xuyue is indeed not heavy, and the ground is too slippery.
Just as Song Xiang lifted An Xuyue up, his feet suddenly slipped!