Everyone had different thoughts. Gu Rongyang had a sad look on his face, as if he was immersed in sorrow, and it was hard for others to come forward.
"If Mr. Yan doesn't do it, then we will have no backbone. It's a pity."
Lin Ruxuan sighed, completely ignoring the phrase "human blood steamed buns" and just wanted to really kick Yan Han out at this time.
He took the lead, and the others quickly followed, and there was a sigh of relief.
Yan Han still pursed his lips and said nothing, as if he didn't care.
He was not in a hurry, but Zhao Zhe next to him was anxious. Everyone knew about the ancient situation. Nine times out of ten, it would not work. What Yan Han rejected with those two sentences was at least tens of billions of revenue per year.
The atmosphere was tense when the elevator dedicated to the operating room suddenly opened and several people came forward.
Yan Han only took a glance and recognized Song Xiang in his coat.
She was still wearing a bathrobe underneath, and the coat outside was the coat he left at the hotel. Her hair was messy, and she didn't put on makeup. She looked like she had rushed here in a hurry.
"Xiang...Xiang Shuyi?"
Someone shouted in surprise, and everyone stood up except Yan Han.
Song Xiang walked over in a hurry, followed by another person. The other person was tall and tall, wearing a camel coat, with a gentle but noble temperament. His eyes were unclear behind the lenses, and there was a hint of maturity and depth on top of the gentleness.
"Hello, Mr. Gu, I am Song Xiang." Song Xiang led Xiang Shuyi to the crowd, first introduced himself to Gu Rongyang, and then introduced Xiang Shuyi, "This is Dr. Xiang Shuyi, an expert in the brain department.
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Gu Rongyang was shocked. He didn't expect that the person he couldn't find would fall from the sky. He quickly reached out to Xiang Shuyi, and at the same time looked at Song Xiang with some confusion.
"I am Mr. Yan's assistant." Song Xiang explained.
Gu Rongyang suddenly realized, and just as he was about to say thank you to Yan Han, Yan Han got up.
He glanced at Xiang Shuyi, his attitude was slightly more polite than when he faced Lin Ruxuan and others.
"Doctor Xiang, please go and see Gu."
Xiang Shuyi pushed up his glasses, glanced at Song Xiang with a smile on his face, "Should I go take a look first?"
Song Xiang didn't expect that he would ask her. She was a little embarrassed and nodded immediately, "You go first and come back to me if you need anything."
Xiang Shuyi tugged his lips, glanced at Yan Han again, and then walked in past the crowd.
As soon as he left, there was an undercurrent outside the operating room. Everyone's eyes wanted to stab Song Xiang to death. If she didn't come, the mining rights might be a certainty.
Song Xiang looked at her with piercing eyes and her head was dizzy. She jogged all the way, and now her ankles hurt as if they were being pricked by needles, and she couldn't stand still.
As she gritted her teeth and endured it, the man beside her suddenly stood up and pushed her down on his seat naturally.
Song Xiang was stunned and raised her head. There was only darkness in front of her eyes. Shun Han's tall figure blocked the light and blocked the sight of others, creating a small world for her.
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and leaned weakly on the chair.
"My dear nephew, why don't you introduce this young lady?" Lin Ruxuan's voice sounded.
Song Xiang sensed the provocation in this voice and clenched her fists unconsciously, scolding Lin Ruxuan like shit in her heart. If these people hadn't taken turns to torment Gu, she might not have had to suffer.
Yan Han stood in front of her. He could see the top of her head when he lowered his head. He didn't even look at Lin Ruxuan. He opened his thin lips and spit out two noble words: "Special Assistant."
Lin Ruxuan smiled, "Your special assistant is really capable."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, hiding under the cover of Shun Han, relying on others not to see him, and sarcastically said, "Fortunately, it all depends on the support of his peers."
Lin Ruxuan: "..."
Yan Han sneered, but it wasn't the usual disdain, he sounded a little happy.
He raised his hand and patted Song Xiang's head gently.
Song Xiang pouted and shrank back, but Yan Han took a step forward, confined her to a smaller place, and then continued to pat her on the top of her head.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and gave up, just shoot.
The surroundings became quiet, and occasionally someone sighed impatiently, deepening the anxiety of waiting.
Although Song Xiang was sitting, the pain in his feet did not slow down at all. Instead, it became more and more severe.
Yan Han teased her for a while, and soon realized that something was wrong with her face, and her eyes inevitably moved down.
He took a step back and looked at Zhao Zhe, "Go find an orthopedic surgeon."
Zhao Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Xiang, nodded immediately, and trotted away.
Song Xiang was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Yan Han could still care about his own life and death.
She held the armrest and planned to get up by herself, but the man in front of her suddenly took a step forward.
Yan Han bent down and picked her up horizontally, his movements coherent and done in one go.
Song Xiang was frightened, and everyone around him also stared with wide eyes.
"Mr. Yan, I can leave by myself."
"After running around all night to find a doctor, my foot became crippled. I still have to compensate you for your work-related injury." He gave the person in his arms a stern and cold look.
Everyone understood and looked at Song Xiang's swollen ankles. They couldn't help but gasp. Even Han Zhenshan sighed, "Young people nowadays are really hardworking."
Song Xiang didn't say anything, his body was held stiffly by Yan Han, and he went all the way to the lounge next to him.