The doctor went upstairs with the medicine box, knocked on the door carefully, came in, looked at Song Xiang's wounds, and then prepared to give her an injection.
"You can get a stitch to heal faster," the doctor suggested.
Song Xiang quickly shook his head, "No!"
Although the wound was deep, it was not long, so stitches would be too much.
Yan Yanhan glanced at her, breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and ordered the doctor, "Prescribe medicine, no stitches."
"OK."
Song Xiang relaxed his shoulders and sat on the sofa, deliberately avoiding the harsh and cold eyes.
She still remembered the taste of the birthday cake, and naturally also remembered the extremely restrained look in his eyes when she was pulled away by Xu Shuyan.
We met suddenly and didn't know what to say to him.
The doctor gave her an injection, re-bandaged her wound, and then withdrew with understanding.
Yan Han walked up to Song Xiang again, suddenly took out his cell phone and handed it to her.
"Call your mother."
Song Xiang was in a daze for a moment, then raised his hand to answer the phone.
Holding the phone, she was a little scared, and for a moment she didn't even remember Xu Shuyan's phone number.
"She was very excited when she found out that you were missing. I have sent someone to take her back to the nursing home, accompanied by Yang Yukun." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang's eyes heated up, "Thank you..."
After she finished speaking, she made no move.
She is still afraid, what if she calls and the hysterical voice of her mother comes back?
While hesitating, Yan Han had already taken the phone from her hand and quickly dialed the number.
Song Xiang was stunned. He didn't expect that he knew Xu Shuyan's number. Before he could react, the call was already connected.
"Xiangxiang——!"
Xu Shuyan's voice came out from inside. It was urgent, panicked, incoherent, and repeated over and over again.
Song Xiang listened for a long time, then opened his mouth in a dry voice: "Mom, I'm fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, the phone began to ask questions, first asking her where she had been, and then who she was with. At first, she was still concerned, but later it turned into an investigation, which was very neurotic.
Song Xiang felt uncomfortable hearing this and didn't want to say a word.
Suddenly, Yan Han raised his hand and hung up the phone.
Song Xiang looked up at him, "What are you doing..."
"Don't listen if you don't want to hear it." Yan Han put away his phone and sat down next to her.
Silence each other.
Song Xiang took a look at him and found that his face was not good, and it seemed that he lacked sleep.
"Do you want to rest for a while?"
"No time." Yan Han shook his head.
What?
Song Xiang didn't understand what he meant, and there was a knock on the door outside.
"Master, sir, please come."
Song Xiang remembered the tense situation in Xiaobailou just now, and immediately became nervous and followed Yan Han to his feet.
Yan Han slowly took off his coat, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled his shirt up to his forearms.
Seeing his posture, Song Xiang immediately thought that he was going to take action.
"Don't do anything to your father..."
Yan Han glanced at her and said, "He is the one looking for me, not whether I want to or not."
Song Xiang didn't understand the relationship between their father and son and wanted to stop him, but Yan Han had already walked out the door.
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.
"I haven't come back in an hour, remember to save me."
Song Xiang pointed at himself, "Me?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head, "You are not enough."
"That……"
Yan Han opened his mouth and made a mouth shape.
Song Xiang saw that he was talking about the word "moon".