"I thought you were begging me to fulfill your career and love."
Yan Han: "I don't need others to fulfill my career and love."
There was dead silence.
The old man stared at his grandson one last time. In the next second, it seemed that all the strength in his body had dissipated in an instant. He fell heavily on the chair and breathed heavily.
Yan Han stood up and walked straight over, his movements naturally smoothing over the old man.
The old man managed to catch his breath, leaned on the chair, raised his hand and waved away his hand, his rejection was obvious.
"Go ahead."
Yan Han let go of his hand, took a step back, and bowed heavily to the old man.
He straightened up, went out, and went downstairs without any sloppiness.
Yao Yiyi rushed out from nowhere. When she saw Yan Han coming out of the study calmly, she immediately rushed in to cry to the old man.
Yan Han walked downstairs and saw countless movements in the house. He picked up Song Xiang who was about to faint and left quickly.
Song Xiang's vision went dark, and she realized that he had picked her up, and reached out to grab the edge of his collar.
His lips were slightly open, and he exhaled tremblingly. His hands and feet were cold, and the skin all over his body was seeping with heat.
"Stern cold..."
"Don't be afraid, I'll be home soon. The doctor is already here."
Yan Han put the person in the car and blamed himself. He should have been faster just now and shouldn't have taken so long.
When he rushed in just now, Song Xiang was only sweating on his forehead, but now his face was red, his whole body was hot, and his body temperature rose very quickly.
The driver drove fast all the way to the villa, where two medical vehicles were waiting outside.
Yan Han took the person back to the room and immediately let the doctor in.
Song Xiang was dazed, feeling a chill on his forehead, and then heard the sound of the electronic thermometer pressing against his ear.
"It's almost thirty-nine degrees."
Song Xiang was secretly frightened, her eyelids were too heavy to hold open, and she heard that Yan Han asked someone to prepare medicine, and then asked the doctor about the specific situation.
"The patient has a cold constitution, has been tired for a long time, and has kidney deficiency..."
Song Xiang: "..."
So serious?
She opened her eyes and saw the old doctor clearing his throat, pushing up his glasses and looking at Yan Han.
"Mr. Yan, please take a moment to speak."
Song Xiang was confused, squinting his eyes and perking up his ears.
Yan Han glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and leaned slightly towards the old doctor.
"Young people, some things are understandable, but everything should be done in moderation and don't overdo it, as it is not good for your health."
Song Xiang heard every word and immediately choked on his saliva and coughed violently.
The old doctor quickly stopped talking and followed the housekeeper out to prescribe medicine.
Yan Han walked over to help Song Xiang calm down, with a complicated expression on his face.
Song Xiang bit her lip, stared at her watery eyes, and said in a low voice: "Asshole..."
What a shame! I had too much trouble in the Rift Valley and even asked the doctor to remind me.
She said there was no way her health could be so bad!
Come to think of it, ever since he started eating meat again, he would mess around with it as long as he had nothing to do, and he would mess around all night long.
Yan Han cleared his throat, his face turned a little unnaturally red, and he pressed Song Xiang's arm and placed it on the side of her face.
"Don't be unreasonable. It's not my responsibility alone."
Song Xiang:???
Yan Han: "Think about it for yourself, is there ever a time when you would not let go of me?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Staring at him fiercely, feeling really angry, she opened her mouth and bit his lips.