After walking around the corner, you are faced with a long corridor that connects the small buildings on the opposite side.
Song Xiang still remembered the wedding photos just now. She looked up and saw the paintings on the wall of the corridor. She was shocked and speechless.
The nearly twenty-meter long corridor is full of sketches from beginning to end, all of which depict the same person - Nan Qing.
There are single ones and double ones, and each one is exquisite.
Rong Zhe walked so fast that she didn't have time to take a closer look. When she reached the end, her eyes fell on the nearest painting and she thought she was dazzled by it.
She looks like... herself?
Still wanting to take a closer look, Rong Zhe turned around and reminded her, "It's just ahead. Sir may be asleep. You can go in by yourself."
Song Xiang nodded.
Rongzhe stepped aside.
Song Xiang stepped forward alone, pushed open the white door, and found that she was on the second floor of the small building. There was a blond female nurse guarding the downstairs. When she saw her coming in, she took the initiative to help her change into sterile clothes.
"Is it serious?"
As soon as Song Xiang saw the need to put on sterile clothes, she knew it was not easy.
The nurse shook her head, nodded again, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not serious, but it's not a minor problem either. Wearing this will be more hygienic."
Song Xiang saw that there was no mask in her clothes, which was different from what she thought, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
The nurse led her upstairs and opened a room, where the sound of the beeping equipment could be heard.
Song Xiang walked to the bedside and saw the infusion tube in Rong Boye's hand and the oxygen mask on his face. She couldn't help but feel a sore tip on the tip of her nose, an indescribable feeling.
No wonder, no wonder he didn't attend the wedding.
She sat down by the bed and opened her mouth, "...Mr. Rong?"
As soon as her voice came out, Rong Boye opened his eyes.
Turning his face sideways and seeing it was her, his eyes immediately lit up.
Song Xiang sniffed, "Are you awake?"
"Why are you crying?" Rong Boye raised his hand that was not infused and took off the mask himself.
Song Xiang was shocked and wanted to put it back on him.
Rong Boye shook his head, "No need."
Song Xiang was at a loss. In her mind, wearing an oxygen mask meant that it was a fatal disease. This was the first time she saw a patient remove it by himself.
"It's just due to the climate. To clean the lungs, the bottle contains a simple nutrient solution." Rong Boye turned his face to look at her and explained softly.
Song Xiang nodded repeatedly, "That's good."
"How could something happen?" Rong Boye asked her again.
Song Xiang's mind was a little stuck. After thinking for a while, he described the matter in a messy manner.
Rong Boye frowned and said, "Stay away from An Xuyue from now on. She is not very smart and has bad luck."
Song Xiang: "..."
She laughed out loud and pulled the stool closer.
"Thank you very much this time. If you hadn't left me the necklace, I would have died."
As she said that, she took out the necklace from her pocket and held it in both hands, "It's too precious. I used it once, so I'd better give it back to you now."
Rong Boye looked at her quietly, tracing her face with his eyes and thinking of another face in his mind.
"It's just for you, keep it."
Song Xiang looked down at the necklace, "But..."
"Are you hungry?" Rong Boye suddenly asked her.
Song Xiang thought for a moment and felt really hungry.
"Go and get some food, and I'll eat with you." Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang thought he was hungry too, so he quickly got up and went out to find the servant.
Not long after, the nurse brought in a nutritious meal, which was all bland food.
Rong Boye glanced at it and found that he had no appetite.
The nurse put her hands on her hips and began to think of words as usual, hoping to make the stubborn patient stop being picky about food.
Before she started, Song Xiang put some okra on Rong Boye's plate.
Oh, that's the food Mr. hates the most.
The nurse curled her lips, and with a glance, she saw Rong Boye taking the chopsticks and putting the okra into his mouth.