Song Xiang opened the plastic bag, quickly took out two pills, and stuffed them all into Yan Han's mouth.
Yan Hanqian swallowed it, with a painful expression on his face, "What medicine?"
Song Xiang answered while holding gauze: "Take hemostatic drugs and painkillers internally."
Yan Han leaned on the door panel and panted, lowered his head and looked at Song Xiang, thinking that before she went out to go back to change clothes, she should actually prepare these emergency items.
"Take off your clothes." Song Xiang ordered.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, lazily took off his coat, and then raised his hand to unbutton it.
Song Xiang: "There's no need for that, just roll up your sleeves."
Yan Han deliberately extended his tone and said "oh", squinted his eyes and said, "I thought you wanted to see it."
Song Xiang: "..."
She rolled her eyes at the pale man, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and then her expression changed.
Sure enough, the wound was bleeding heavily, with a large patch of bright red on the gauze, and a thin stream of blood running down the arm, soaking a large piece of fabric at the elbow.
She only hesitated for a moment, holding gauze in one hand and taking out the hemostatic medicine from the bag with the other.
For ease of operation, she bit the medicine bottle with her mouth and quickly removed the gauze.
Yan Han leaned still, not sure if he was numb from the pain, but kept staring at the woman in front of him.
Her face was serious, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She was obviously scared to death, but her hand movements were unambiguous.
He blinked, raised his hand, and took the medicine from her mouth.
Song Xiang glanced at him and continued to remove the gauze.
After the gauze was removed, the terrible wound was exposed. It finally started to recover, but it was tortured to the point of being miserable.
"Give me the medicine."
Yan Han handed her the medicine.
Bite off the cap of the medicine bottle, then spread the medicine over a large area on the wound, and then re-wrap it with gauze.
Going around and around, Song Xiang's heart was trembling.
Looking up, he found that Yan Yan still had a smile in his eyes.
"It doesn't hurt?"
"pain."
He said one word, and his voice was hoarse.
Even though it hurts like this, I can still laugh.
She helped him put down his sleeves and put on his suit.
"Go in, say hello, and then leave quickly."
Yan Han nodded, "Well, let's go see a movie."
Song Xiang was speechless and thought, if you really go to see a movie, you will have to collapse in the cinema.
She put all the dirty things into her bag and wiped away the few drops of blood on the ground.
Just as I was about to get the perfume, there was sudden movement outside.
"Brother Yan?"
Shao Yingqi?
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and met Yan Han's eyes.
Yanhan hadn't put on his coat yet, and the compartment still smelled of blood. When he bumped into Shao Yingqi, his secret was definitely going to be revealed.
Yan Han remained motionless and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"
Salad!
Song Xiang glared at him, and the next second, she raised her hand to cover his eyes.
Outside
Shao Yingqi couldn't find anyone anywhere, so he rushed in and knocked on the door one after another.
"Mr. Yan, be gentle~"
"What are you doing..."
A sweet female voice came from the next cubicle, shocking Shao Yingqi to stop his movements.
He wanted to call out "Shan Han", but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth.
I can't believe that Yan Han, who is so cold and cold, can play like this.
But that's right, what man can really not love these things.
He coughed twice, retreated to the door, and said loudly: "Brother, our old man has something to do, so he needs to leave first."
After saying that, he thoughtfully closed the bathroom door.
The next second, the ambiguous sound stopped.
The man's dark chuckle echoed in the space, "Why don't you take a breath?"