Song Xiang bumped into the desk lamp and almost threw away the medicine in her hand.
After Yan Han went crazy, he began to pant hard, as if a drowning person lacked oxygen.
Song Xiang closed her eyes, suppressed her anger, and raised her eyes to look at Lu Zechen.
"Help me."
Before Lu Zechen knew how to help, she put the medicine on the bedside, turned over on the bed, and sat astride Yan Han.
Damn it.
Young Master Lu, who had seen the world, screamed in his heart that it was exciting, not to mention warm, and he was so frightened that he stood at the door unable to move his feet.
Yan Han was so stimulated by Song Xiang that he struggled violently and even raised his hand to hit Song Xiang.
Lu Zechen was quite reliable. Before Yan Han could make a move, he turned over and held down his hands.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and gave Lu Zechen a twisted smile, "Thanks!"
Turning her head, the expression on her face disappeared instantly. After grabbing the medicine, she leaned down and used brute force to open Yan Han's mouth.
"Song...Song Xiang!!"
While the man was semi-conscious, he suddenly regained consciousness for a moment and squeezed out two angry words from the depths of his throat.
Song Xiang felt a chill in his back. He regretted being too impulsive, but felt that it was quite refreshing to retaliate against Yan Han directly. The two contradicted each other, so his actions became even more merciless. After stuffing the medicine in, he quickly poured water, not caring whether he would choke or not.
Death is severe and cold.
It's hard to swallow when you're lying down due to the severe cold. What's more, if you drink it down, coughing is unavoidable.
Song Xiang kept pressing his mouth, telling Lu Zechen that she was worried about the medicine leaking out, but in fact she was just torturing Yan Han.
Lu Zechen saw through it but didn't say anything. Anyway, as long as he was sure that Yan Han would not die, it didn't matter if he was cold-blooded. Who would let Yan Han do his own evil in peacetime?
The medicine was finally poured down, but Song Xiang could not get rid of Yan Han. She was exhausted physically and mentally after all the exertion.
The doctor from the club was dragged up. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a scene that made him gasp.
"This, this, this..."
"Don't be afraid, people are still alive."
Song Xiang got off Yan Han and showed a "proper" smile to the doctor.
The doctor glanced at Yan Yanhan who had "passed out" on the bed, and quickly walked over with the medicine box in hand.
"The allergy symptoms are not obvious. What medicine did you take?"
Song Xiang replied: "Abynos."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, "That should be fine. This kind of medicine is rare, and it's completely fine to treat an allergy of this degree."
"Are you sure everything is fine?" Lu Zechen was a little worried and glanced at Song Xiang, "You don't need to go to the hospital?"
Song Xiang thought to himself that it was impossible for someone like Shun Han to die just because of a little mango juice.
"If you wait a little longer, you should wake up." The doctor estimated that the subtext was that there was no need to go to the hospital.
Lu Zechen held down his belt and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, then just wait."
He waved his hand and asked everyone in the room to sit in the living room.
Song Xiang wanted to run away alone, but she had no chance. Her mind was filled with fear that Shuang Han would wake up and settle the score with her.
The situation was stable. Lu Zechen sat on the sofa and began to look at Wen Xin.
"Drink some wine, why is this happening?"
Wen Xin sat on the edge of the sofa, mingling her hands together and shaking her head, "I don't know, Mr. Yan said he wanted to drink some wine, so I just mixed a drink..."
Song Xiang picked up the empty cup on the coffee table, wiped it gently in front of her lips, and immediately smelled the subtle smell of mango.
"Mango juice concentrate."
She raised her head and looked at Wen Xin with a deep look.
Wen Xin opened her big eyes, and then she shed two tears the size of pearls.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiang put down his wine glass, "I'm not telling you..."
Before she finished speaking, there was a sound of moaning coming from the bedroom.
The doctor hurried back, and the others had no choice but to follow him.
In the room, Yan Han's face was ashen, he reluctantly propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, with his collar wide open, his thin lips lightly lifted, and he was breathing slightly.
Seeing Song Xiang come in, he immediately looked over with sharp eyes and his voice was cold.
"What did you just do to me?"
Song Xiang wanted to roll his eyes, "What did I do to you? I saved your life!"
Lu Zechen clicked his tongue and said, "You must have some conscience. If Xiao Song Xiang hadn't loved you so much and kept your medicine close to your body, you would have stopped eating."
Song Xiang stared, "Young Master Lu!"
Did you ever see that I loved him deeply? Hiding medicine close to my body was a job I once did, but I just forgot to throw it away.
On the bed, Yan Yanhan coughed repeatedly, glanced sideways at Song Xiang, and snorted, "I still have to thank you."
"That's not necessary." Song Xiang raised his chin and said in a casual tone, "You should be more careful in the future and drink less mango juice."
Next time, I won't be there. I hope you will drink more, and it is best to return to the west at once.
Song Xiang thought viciously in his heart, the stern and cold eyes on the other side were unfriendly, staring at her face, and the stinging sensation of this dead woman pouring water still remained in his throat.
The atmosphere is very weird.
Suddenly, a sob sounded.
Wen Xin stood at the door of the bedroom, tears welling up in her eyes, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, Mr. Yan, I really didn't know you were allergic to mango juice."