Song Xiang roared in her heart and really wanted to turn around and twist Yan Han's head off.
I don’t know how his parents raised their son to be like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard.
But she had something in mind and couldn't stay cold with Yan Yan, otherwise her whole night's work would be in vain.
She opened her mouth and was about to speak when Zhao Zhe's voice came from outside.
"Mr. Yan, Wenxin sent something over, do you want to bring it in?"
Song Xiang mouthed something and didn't want to talk anymore.
Yan Han still didn't open his eyes, but he didn't object either.
Zhao Zhe tentatively opened the door and came in carrying a backpack.
Song Xiang saw him take out a blanket from his bag and handed it to Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, keep it covered. It's easy to catch a cold in the hospital."
Yan Han frowned, a little irritated, reached out to take the blanket, and then said: "Go out, find a place to rest by yourself, don't bother me."
"yes."
Song Xiang curled her lips and took a look at the bag. In addition to blankets, there were also clothes and toiletries. She packed them even more than a wife.
"Mr. Yan, are you satisfied with Wenxin?" She tried to stir up the topic again.
Yan Han frowned, feeling overwhelmed by fatigue, and took a deep breath in annoyance, "Shut up."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes.
She was lying on the nursing table. After applying the medicine, she still had room to rest.
Lying down on my back, all the panic, exhaustion and sleepiness accumulated in my heart were overcome. My heart was beating loudly and it was very uncomfortable.
I fell asleep in a daze, then woke up from the cold, just in time to hear the sound of hurried footsteps outside.
Zhao Zhe opened the door directly and came in, waking up Yan Han.
"Mr. Yan, Gu is awake and wants to see you."
Yan Han opened his eyes, wiped his face, threw away the blanket and planned to get up.
When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and glanced at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang lost his sleepiness, pushed himself up and saw Yan Han looking at him.
"come out."
Yan Han put down the word "inexplicable", straightened his clothes a little, turned around and walked towards the operating room.
Song Xiang patted his face, gritted his teeth, put on his slippers, and limped along.
Gu Gu was still in the intensive care unit, and there was a circle of people standing outside. When they saw Yan Han approaching, no one looked the same, and they saw the lion like a pack of wolves, and they tried their best to attack him in a group.
Suddenly, a limping sheep walked out from behind the lion, with a teeth-gnashing smile on its face.
Gu Rongyang walked over and patted Yan Han on the shoulder, "I'm sorry for you. I didn't get a good rest all night. I heard that it was the doctor you sent for and I will see you as soon as I wake up."
Yan Han nodded slightly. Although his face was tired, his young and handsome face was still neat and tidy, much better than the red-eyed people next to him.
Song Xiang followed him, feeling excited. The old man had woken up. This time she could really make demands of Yan Han.
She watched Yan Han go to change into sterile clothes, and originally planned to wait at the door, but Gu Rongyang said: "Miss, let's go in together, the old man wants to see you."
Song Xiang pointed at himself, a little surprised, "Me?"
Gu Rongyang nodded and asked someone to take her to change clothes.
Song Xiang was confused and began to think about what she would say when she saw the old man later.
In the sterile room, Yan Han put on sterile clothes and a mask. Although her face could not be seen clearly, her tall figure still stood out.
Song Xiang looked into his dark and shiny eyes through the goggles, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Sure enough, Shuanghan was Shuanghan, and even when he put on sterile clothes, he stood out from others.
She followed Yan Han, trying her best to act like a quail and not panting as much as possible.
Entering the room, there was the beeping sound of instruments everywhere.
The old man's body was covered with tubes and he had an oxygen mask on his face, which looked quite scary.
Seeing someone coming in, he struggled to open his eyes, and a hoarse voice came from deep in his throat, like a whirring bellows, bringing a sense of desolation to the dying man.
Yan Han walked over, leaned in front of the old man, and whispered: "Old man, it's me."
Gu Gu breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him, then saw Song Xiang behind him, and nodded slightly.
"Are they all outside?" he asked.
Yan Han nodded, "They're all here, keeping watch all night."
The old man took a deep breath, "What about you?"
Yan Han: "Slept half the night."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, who told you to be so honest? Can't you be more tactful?
Gu Gu gasped slightly after hearing this, but it was not because he was angry, but because his breathing quickened due to laughter.
"You kid, you are smarter than others and you are honest."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, it was all just an act.
"Your people saved my life, so logically I should help you...it's just those people outside..." the old man asked very straightforwardly.
Song Xiang was silent and looked at Yan Han.
He leaned over and listened to the old man's words with a calm expression, and did not move at all even when he heard the mining.
"Han Zhenshan is an old fox, and Lin Ruxuan is no less generous, but it's a pity that his son is a fool." He analyzed quietly, and in a few words he dismissed the outside competitors as worthless.
Song Xiang frowned under the mask. Does this mean he doesn't want to cooperate?
The old man thought as she did and continued to ask Yan Han, "Do you want to... do it alone?"
Yan Han suddenly shook his head, "No."
Song Xiang was surprised and looked up at Yan Han, waiting for his next words.