"The wound is just a crack. Fortunately, there is no infection. The most serious thing is blood loss. I must not work too hard anymore."
Song Xiang listened to the doctor beside him and couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure?"
Yan Han looked like he was about to die, but he just needed to rest?
The doctor pushed up his glasses and emphasized again and again: "Don't worry too much."
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han on the bed and silently closed his mouth.
When the doctors all went out, the old housekeeper and Yan Song were nowhere to be found.
She sat aside and all the pressure on her body was relieved.
If you do this every day, nine lives won't be enough.
Yan Han took a sedative injection and fell into a deep sleep, but the phone call downstairs did not stop.
Especially Nian Anxi, this woman was so smart that she noticed something strange after a while and kept calling.
The old housekeeper brought it up several times, but Song Xiang pushed it down. Finally, Song Xiang couldn't bear it anymore and answered it on the spot.
"Miss Nian, do you have any thoughts about Mr. Yan?"
"He is very busy now, busy with me, and has no time to listen to your nonsense."
"There are so many vice presidents in the company, do you have to bother him?"
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After a barrage of verbal attacks, Nian Anxi was not given any room to fight back, and then he hung up the phone with a bang, leaving the old housekeeper dumbfounded.
"Miss Song?"
Song Xiang pressed his temples and said, "Let's do this for now."
She had been nervous all morning and was on the verge of an explosion. She didn't want to use any of her previous conservative principles.
When the old housekeeper went out, she collapsed on the sofa and closed her eyes from exhaustion.
The room was quiet and it was easy to fall asleep.
Song Xiang was awakened by the ringing of her mobile phone. She squinted her eyes and looked around, and found that Yan Han was still lying quietly on the bed.
He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look for his phone.
I answered the phone in a daze and heard the voice of the woman on the other side.
"Xiangxiang, where are you?"
Gu Lian's voice was obviously sniffling.
Song Xiang suddenly woke up, "Sister Lian, what's wrong?"
"I'm at the bar on Bohai Road, come find me."
Song Xiang agreed without thinking, "Just wait, I'll come right away."
She intuitively felt that something had happened, something that could make Gu Lian cry. It was definitely not a trivial matter.
He took the clothes, glanced at Yan Han, thought about it, walked over, and checked his breathing with his hand.
Well, still alive.
Feeling at ease, I turned around and left.
As soon as I went out, I realized that it was already dusk outside.
She drove out in Yan Han's car and hurried to Bohai Road.
The bar Gu Lian mentioned is considered to be a good one nearby. Although it is not as good as Gold Land, it is still a gold-selling cave.
As soon as Song Xiang entered the door, he saw Gu Lian surrounded by a group of young men, playing dice noisily.
She drove everyone away and found that Gu Lian had his hair hanging down and it was hard to tell whether he was drunk or not.
"Sister Lian."
She called out, and Gu Lian slowly raised his head.
"Your face!" Song Xiang's eyes widened and his gaze fell on the left side of Gu Lian's face.
There is a large area of redness and scratches near the eye. If you look closely, you can see that there are bloodshot eyes in the left eye.
Gu Lian held her chin up and said, "Well, I was beaten."
Song Xiang's first reaction was Lu Zechen, "Does he dare to hit you?"
Gu Lian smiled and twirled his hair, "If he dares to hit me, I will kill him."
Song Xiang was confused, if it wasn't Lu Zechen, who else would dare to touch Gu Lian and do it so cruelly.
"The woman ran to Liancheng to look for him, but I couldn't bear it and dragged her off the bed."