Entering the lounge, Song Xiang suddenly remembered and looked at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, you can't leave the operating room at this time."
If Gu Gu wakes up, the first impression is too important, and you must not let others take advantage of it.
Yan Han sat down first, pinched his brows, and said leisurely: "You are not stupid, do you think it will be useful if you keep it?"
Song Xiang was speechless.
The atmosphere was cold, but Zhao Zhe brought the doctor in in time, making Song Xiang secretly relieved.
The doctor took a look at Song Xiang's ankle and clicked his tongue, "Why haven't we taken care of it until now? It's quite serious."
Song Xiang twitched his lips and said casually: "It's a bit urgent."
After she finished speaking, Yan Han raised his eyes and glanced at her.
"Nothing is as important as your body. Your body is the capital of the revolution." The doctor sighed repeatedly, quickly prescribed the medicine, and asked Zhao Zhe to get it immediately.
Yan Han sat aside, cherishing words like gold, "Sequelae?"
The doctor looked at him and said politely, "There will be no sequelae, but if it is not handled well, it can easily cause inertial sprains, and if it happens too often, it will cause big problems."
Yan Han pursed his lips and his eyes fell on Song Xiang's ankles.
Song Xiang's heart was pounding. She wished that the doctor would make it more serious, so that she could have the opportunity to ask Yan Han to make demands.
"How did you find Xiang Shuyi?"
As soon as the doctor left, Yan Han opened his mouth.
Song Xiang's feet were hung, and she leaned back in a strange posture. She struggled to speak, "I searched for a long time but couldn't find his contact information. Later, I searched using keywords and found a cleaning lady who had taken care of him in her past experience.
, the contact information was bought from the cleaning lady.”
Yan Han leaned back, crossed his hands, and said in a slightly appreciative tone, "You still have some brains."
Song Xiang licked her lips and wanted to exaggerate the difficulty of the process. Yan Han suddenly asked, "Why is Xiang Shuyi willing to come?"
"Ah?" Song Xiang was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Oh, he happened to be in Shanghai. Xu Yi and I went directly to his place and pulled him out of bed."
Yan Han frowned, "What did you do?"
Song Xiang's eyes were a little evasive, "Just...climbed the wall of his courtyard."
Yan Han's eyes moved to her trotters and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Did your feet get a secondary injury caused by climbing over the wall?"
Song Xiang nodded, "Fortunately, his house only has the second floor, otherwise it would be really troublesome."
Yan Han raised his eyelids, and the admiration just now disappeared, "Is Xu Yi dead? You won't let him turn?"
Song Xiang: "He turned it over, and his clothes got caught on the wall, and he almost couldn't get off."
Yan Han: "..."
He squinted his eyes and looked at Song Xiang, "Xiang Shuyi is arrogant, how did you persuade him?"
Song Xiang moved his body and breathed a sigh of relief, "The doctor is kind-hearted. I explained the situation clearly and he came."
Yan Yanhan sneered, his eyes mocking, "He didn't even save people he didn't want to save in North America with a knife on his neck. Do you think he is a benevolent doctor?"
Song Xiang bit her lip and thought about it, "That's it..."
"He just had the thought of 'wanting to pick you up' engraved on his forehead and it was playing." Yan Han interrupted Song Xiang.
Song Xiang's eyes widened and she turned her head to look at Yan Han, which easily caused the pain in her feet.
"You are overthinking. We have only spoken a few words in total, and we don't understand each other at all."
"I remember that you attended the seminar when he returned to China two years ago." Yan Han looked over with sharp eyes, his eyes cold.
Song Xiang cursed in his heart, it's good that the dog is acute, but there is too much nonsense. Isn't it bad to just go through the procedure and return the favor?
He looked at her face with a stern look, feeling that she had a guilty conscience, and couldn't help but snort.
"He is ten years older than you and has been married before."
Song Xiang felt that this man was mentally ill, so he breathed a sigh of relief and tried to be polite, "Mr. Yan, I really have no other ideas. Whether the doctor is married or not has nothing to do with me. I am self-aware."
Yan Han crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Song Xiang's profile quietly. He lifted his thin lips and spoke harshly: "I'm reminding you not to touch people you shouldn't touch. He divorced his ex-wife and didn't get a penny.
pay."
Song Xiang stopped talking. She felt that the more she talked about Shun Han, the more enthusiastic she became, and the topic could no longer return to human relationships.
Seeing her silence, Yan Yanhan thought she was angry and snorted inexplicably.
Zhao Zhe came back with the medicine and found that the atmosphere in the room was not right. He carefully explained the precautions for taking the medicine, and then asked Song Xiang if he wanted to help.
Yan Yan looked over and said, "She hurt her foot, not her hand."
Song Xiang gritted her teeth, forced out a smile, and winked at Zhao Zhe, "I'll do it myself."
Zhao Zhe felt the sight behind him, helped Song Xiang take the tools, and then retreated wisely.
While Song Xiang was treating the wound, he was thinking about how to bring the conversation back to business.
"Mr. Yan, I'm old, Xiang Shuyi, even if Hua Tuo is reincarnated, he may not be able to save people."
Yan Han closed his eyes, looking too lazy to pay attention to her, and leaned on the chair to fall asleep.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes at the wall and continued: "If something happens to Gu Gu, someone will definitely replace him. Those companies must have started to take care of it. Do you want to take precautions as well?"
Yan Han's temper was still there, and his tone was cold: "Is it none of your business?"