There are few hotels around, so it was hard to find one. The conditions were only three stars at most, and the hygiene was not very good.
Song Xiang was in urgent need of self-cultivation, and Yan Han could not bear to drag her down any longer, so she could only agree to stay.
Yan Han settled the person and stayed by the bed until it got dark.
Song Xiang was lying on the bed, her brows furrowed tightly. Even if she fell asleep, she held his hand tightly with both hands, as if she was worried that he would run away.
Yan Han saw that she could fall asleep, and he was secretly relieved.
It was close to nine o'clock, and Song Xiang was still sleeping, showing no sign of waking up.
"Song Xiang?"
Yan Han called out softly, asking Song Xiang to get up and have something to eat.
The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly and showed no reaction.
Yan Han became wary and raised his voice, "Song Xiang?"
Still no response.
Yan Han's expression changed, and he lifted the quilt. Song Xiang's shirt was soaked, and he was covered in cold sweat.
He didn't hesitate, immediately picked him up and strode out.
Yan Song heard the noise next door, and when he saw the scene, he knew something was wrong.
"Go to the hospital!"
At this time, there is no big hospital to worry about.
Yan Song quickly arranged for the two cars in front to clear the way, clearing up the relationship on the road and allowing the doctors and nurses to be ready.
Yan Han hugged Song Xiang and touched her waist with his arm. The cold wetness made his scalp numb, and something called fear quickly filled his heart. He could only stare at Song Xiang all the time, as if
In just a blink of an eye, Song Xiang would disappear from his arms.
"Drive faster!"
"yes!"
The car accelerated all the way, but the distance to the hospital was really far, so it still took about twenty minutes to drive.
Song Xiang was carried into the ambulance, and Yan Han followed him to the emergency room. Seeing all the messy testing instruments being used on Song Xiang, the old nurse listened to his heartbeat and asked about his basic situation.
He spat out the words numbly, but kept staring at Song Xiang.
"Is it the husband?" the nurse asked quickly.
Yan Han frowned and glanced at the other party.
The nurse didn't recognize him, but she only noticed that he was a rich man, so she boldly said loudly, "It's not her husband, please avoid him, we want to examine her."
With that said, he closed the curtain.
His line of sight was suddenly cut off, Yan Han stepped forward subconsciously, but was pulled back by Yan Song.
"Master, don't worry, Miss Song is inside."
Yan Han came back to his senses, clenched his fists at his sides, and retreated with difficulty as if his feet were filled with lead.
People were coming and going around him, but the only thing in his mind was Song Xiang's pale face, lifeless.
He was filled with self-blame in his heart. Before arriving at the hotel, he noticed that something was wrong with Song Xiang and that he should have found a nearby hospital immediately.
The attending doctor came out and explained the situation simply and quickly.
"Heart overload, abnormal sweating, and fainting are caused by dehydration and head pressure. The problem is not serious, but the patient's physical fitness is not good, so he must not be tired."
Yan Han looked gloomy and asked, "When will I wake up?"
"After the infusion, you will wake up soon." The doctor pushed up his glasses and looked at Yan Han again, as if he was sizing him up.
Yan Han: "If you have anything to say, you can just say it."
The female doctor nodded, "It seems to me that you are not married yet, so you shouldn't have children, right?"
Yan Han's heart sank, "What do you mean?"
"I have studied Chinese medicine. I just checked your girlfriend's pulse. I feel that she was born prematurely and is very weak in all aspects of her body. But otherwise she is fine."