Before Song Xiang finished speaking, Rong Boye took off his watch and smashed it to the ground.
The watch broke into pieces, and a small ball rolled out of it.
Rong Boye picked it up, quickly and skillfully tore off the plastic film on the surface, and handed it to Xiang Shuyi.
"water!"
Xiang Shuyi shouted.
Someone immediately brought water. Xiang Shuyi directed Yan Zhicheng to help him up, stuffed the small pill into An Xuyue's mouth, and poured a lot of water down.
Song Xiang stood next to Yan Han, looking at him staring stiffly at An Xuyue's face. She could only reach out and grab his hand, comforting him softly, "It will be fine."
"Don't worry, it's not a big problem."
After An Xuyue took the medicine, Xiang Shuyi breathed a sigh of relief.
With his words, Yan Zhicheng was like a dying person resurrected, his eyes locked tightly on An Xuyue's face.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, An Xuyue opened her eyes.
Song Xiang breathed a heavy sigh of relief, raised his hand and patted his chest, "That's great."
It's so scary.
"What's wrong with me? Is it heatstroke?" An Xuyue woke up and struggled to speak at the top of her voice.
Xiang Shuyi stood next to her. When he heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Yan Zhicheng, his eyes searching.
Yan Zhicheng acquiesced to the theory of heat stroke and hugged the person.
The bodyguards surrounded the person and got into the car, and they had to rush back to the castle for further review.
Song Xiang wondered, looking at the situation, could it be a heart attack?
But why did Rong Boye have medicine?
I'm so confused that I can't figure it out.
She also wanted to say thank you to Rong Boye, but Yan Han had already pulled her into the car without saying a word.
Quickly return to the castle, with doctors coming and going.
Song Xiang has been following Yan Han, watching his face gradually become more and more gloomy.
The doctor left the room and reported the situation to Yan Zhicheng at the top of the stairs, "Madam, this is the sequela of the malaria disease that year. It usually doesn't show any symptoms. Today, she suddenly exercised strenuously and sweated too much, so she collapsed."
"Fortunately, there are medicines for the disease, and I can recover in just two days."
Song Xiang listened quietly and remembered that when she went to see Guojuan that day, Guojuan also asked her if she had suffered from malaria.
Just as I was thinking about it, the doctor had already passed by.
Yan Han remained silent. When there was no one in the corridor, he suddenly took steps and headed in the direction of Yan Zhicheng.
He made no sound the whole way, it was the quiet before the storm.
Song Xiang felt something was wrong and wanted to go up and grab him, but it was too late.
Like a lurking leopard, Yan Han suddenly struck out, hitting Yan Zhicheng's neck with his elbow, and quickly pushed the person against the wall, suppressing him with all his strength!
"Is this how you become a husband?!"
His childhood was ruined in the hands of both of them. He admitted it, and his parents had no choice.
But in today's situation, when An Xuyue got sick, Yan Zhicheng had no habit of dealing with it at all. Instead, Rong Boye took the medicine with him. What does this mean?!
"Boy, let go!"
Yan Zhicheng didn't have the time to explain to him, and he felt more uncomfortable than anyone else for not being able to take good care of An Xuyue.
"Shenghan, please calm down."
Song Xiang walked up and wanted to pull the father and son apart first.
She could understand Yan Han's emotions. This feeling of watching another man take care of his mother was something no man could bear. It would probably make people even more angry than his wife cheating on her.
Especially since the relationship between An Xuyue and Rong Boye has not been known for many years, he has been holding back this feeling for more than ten years.
"What you see with your eyes may not be the truth. Now that you are an adult, you should use your brain to think and relax!" Yan Zhicheng ordered.