It's so hard to propose

Song Nanyan was driving the car, and the car was driving smoothly on the asphalt road facing the dim yellow light. The car was very quiet, and neither of them spoke. It cannot be melted.

According to Jiang Yan's request, Song Nanyan drove the car to the hospital where Jing Siyu worked. After parking the car, Song Nanyan said to Jiang Yan while unfastening his seat belt, "Can you go by yourself?"

Jiang Yan paused for a moment and then retracted. He pretended to be laborious and said to Song Nanyan, "My chest hurts, why don't you support me."

Song Nanyan didn't doubt that he was there, so he took off his seat belt, opened the car door and walked towards the co-pilot, and then supported Jiang Yan's arm to let him out.

Jiang Yan held Song Nanyan's arm contentedly, and the two came to Jing Siyu's consulting room together.

Jing Siyu was wearing a white coat and had a thermos cup by his hand. He had just sent away a patient, and when he saw Jiang Yan who was being helped over, he raised his handsome eyebrows, "What a rare visitor, Young Master Jiang, where did you get hurt today?"

On the way here, Jiang Yan specially sent a message to Jing Siyu, hoping that he would describe his condition more seriously, and it would be better if he could be hospitalized. Jing Siyu couldn't understand it at first, but when he saw Song Nanyan, he felt that he was sick. I guessed seven seven eight eight.

He gave Jiang Yan a disgusted look, and shook his head, men nowadays can do anything crazy to chase after their wives.

"Come on, take the clothes off and let me have a look." Jing Siyu directed Jiang Yan as he spoke.

Then I saw Song Nanyan helping Jiang Yan to sit on the chair, and Jiang Yan clearly looked at the rosy and shiny look, Jing Siyu snorted coldly, this brother is quite good at pretending.

However, he did not expose Jiang Yan, and patiently checked Jiang Yan according to the procedure, and then briefly treated the wound on his face. When Jing Siyu lifted up Jiang Yan's clothes, Song Nanyan took a peek, she was not sure Was Jiang Yan injured? Song Nanyan asked after watching Jing Siyu smear the sterilized cotton swab on Jiang Yan's face,

"Doctor Jing, is he seriously injured?"

Jing Siyu dipped in iodophor, applied it on Jiang Yan's wound, and replied, "It's not very serious."

"Ahem," before he finished speaking, Jiang Yan coughed lightly, and then gave him a secret wink.

Jing Siyu glanced at Jiang Yan, then at Song Nanyan standing behind, put down the tweezers in his hand, took the case book and said while writing,

"It's still quite serious and needs to be hospitalized."

"How come?" Song Nanyan was extremely surprised, "I didn't see any wounds just now."

Jing Siyu didn't stop moving his hands, and prescribed a series of nursing medicine without blushing, "internal injury."

Jiang Yan promptly and cooperatively coughed a few times, Song Nanyan was dubious, and Jing Siyu handed her the prescription, "Are you going to go through the hospitalization procedures, or should this poor man go by himself?"

"I'll go." Song Nanyan turned around and left.

After he walked away, Jing Siyu sat back in his seat, took a sip of water from the thermos, saw Jiang Yan still clutching his chest, and said contemptuously,

"Okay, let's pretend after everyone is gone."

Only then did Jiang Yan put down his hand on his chest, and said to Jing Siyu,

"Thanks, brother."

Jing Siyu put down the water glass and glanced at him, "If you really say thank you, donate more equipment to the hospital, don't just say it verbally."

Jiang Yan propped his chin in a happy mood, "As long as you give me more convenience and help me chase Nanyan, not to mention the equipment, I can do it even in the hospital."

Jing Siyu glanced at him, "You said it." Then he said, "Should I tell Song Nanyan that you have a disease and you can't do without Song Nanyan, and then you will blackmail others."

Jiang Yan nodded, "That's a good idea, it saves me trying to find ways to meet her every day."

Jing Siyu didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned, so he couldn't help but give him a disgusted look, and then said, "But then again, what's the matter with the injury on your face? With your current status, you can't help it. Are you still fighting with people at your age?"

Jiang Yan touched the wound on his face, pressed the tip of his tongue, and snorted lightly, "I can't see Nanyan being bullied, so I fought with someone."

"That's strange, why did people bully Song Nanyan?"

When Jiang Yan heard this, his eyes turned cold again, and he said solemnly, "Because of me."

Jing Siyu raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to continue asking, Song Nanyan had already completed the formalities, and Jiang Yan quickly said to Jing Siyu, "Remember to help me."

Jing Siyu took a sip of tea, and said two words lightly, "Progress."

Jiang Yan continued to lie to Song Nanyan without blushing and heartbeat, saying that he could not even walk, so Song Nanyan could only help him to the ward, and then helped him to lie on the bed.

The nurse came to hang the water, and couldn't help but blush when she saw Jiang Yan's impeccably perfect facial features.

After the nurse gave the injection, Song Nanyan glanced at the time, and then said to Jiang Yan,
"How about I find you a nurse, I have to go back."

Jiang Yan's happy mood immediately froze into ice, "Are you going back now? Do you have the heart to watch me stay alone in the hospital?"

Song Nanyan looked at his face, "Actually, I'm quite patient."

Jiang Yan, "."

"Why don't I go and talk to Doctor Jing for you, so that the nurse can take care of you more." Song Nanyan stood up and walked out.

The resentful voice of the man behind came, "You dislike me so much? I was hurt because of you, and you don't even know how to express your gratitude?"

Jiang Yan looked at Song Nanyan while talking, and forgive him for chasing Song Nanyan to pay back. If he doesn't take the initiative and thicken his skin, he will lose his chance to be alone with his wife tonight.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Song Nanyan stopped in his footsteps, with a hesitant look on his face. Jing Siyu just walked in and saw her standing by the door,

"What's the matter, you want to go back?"

Song Nanyan sighed, "I want to find a nurse for Jiang Yan."

Jing Siyu looked in Jiang Yan's direction when he heard the words, Jiang Yan immediately winked at him, so Jing Siyu said,
"It's so late now that it's only tomorrow to find a nurse."

"Then can I ask the nurse?" Song Nanyan said, "He is not a child anymore, the nurse just needs to look at him a little more."

Jiang Yan snorted coldly, "They also have their own jobs."

Song Nanyan, "If you want to brush your face, the nurse should be willing to take care of you."

Jiang Yan, "Master's face was not painted casually."

"Let's do this." Jing Siyu said to Song Nanyan adhering to the principle of caring for patients, "Do you have any urgent matters tonight? Because the nurses on duty are all arranged in advance, and there may be insufficient manpower. I am also worried about his infusion at night. When he was dishonest, it would be better for someone to take care of him, since he has a wound on his chest and he can’t move around.”

When it came to the injury, Song Nanyan immediately lost his temper. The injury was because of her injury. It seemed that it would not be good for her to leave like this, so she could only say, "Then I'll stay here for the night."

"Okay, it's best for you to stay here, I have something to do over there, just call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

Jiang Yan was lying on the bed, his peach blossom eyes were full of joy, he succeeded, so happy, this is the first time in a long time, he and Song Nanyan are about to spend a night together, he will definitely make good use of it!
Jiang Yan stared at Song Nanyan's face, and was about to ask if she was hungry at this point, should he order takeaway for her, Song Nanyan glanced at him, then walked outside with the phone.

It's so late, who is she calling?Reporting to someone after a sleepover?
The man lying on the hospital bed couldn't help thinking wildly, and then the jar of vinegar was knocked over the floor. In his brain, he quickly filtered all the opposite sex around Song Nanyan, and he couldn't figure out who else deserves to be reported by Song Nanyan if he doesn't come home at night. .

After a while, Song Nanyan walked in, and Jiang Yan couldn't help asking,
"Who are you calling?"

Song Nanyan glanced at him, that look seemed to say "Why should I answer your question"?
"Is it a man?" He couldn't help asking again.

Song Nanyan hugged a nurse's cup before answering him,
"Yes, it's the opposite sex. If I don't go back tonight, I have to call him. Do you have any opinions?"

"Song Nanyan, don't be mad at me!" Jiang Yan looked at her jealously, "When did you have a boyfriend?"

Then, in order to set off his pity, he began to cough again, covering his chest that didn't hurt.

Song Nanyan suddenly felt guilty, pressed his brows with a headache, and said, "I called my brother, and I can't go back tonight. I'm worried about the fifteenth and seventeenth, so I let my brother go and have a look."

Jiang Yan did not expect this answer. All the joy just now disappeared, and now he is even more ashamed and wants to pull out the infusion tube in his hand.

There was an eerie silence in the room, only the rustling of Song Nanyan's quilt.

Jiang Yan wanted to ask about the child, but he was afraid that this question would arouse her disgust. Looking at her tired little face, after deliberation, Jiang Yan still asked his subordinates to send over a change of clothes and makeup remover tools.

"I sent someone a change of clothes and makeup remover. Do you have any skin care products?"

He knew that women always pay attention to skin care, especially female stars like her.

Song Nanyan leaned against the wall wearily, "Just buy me a set, and I'll give you the money when the time comes."

Jiang automatically ignored the second half of her sentence, and reported a sign she used to often use. Song Nanyan was slightly startled, and then the whole atmosphere became different.

No one spoke. After Jiang Yan finished explaining to his subordinates, both of them were relatively silent.

He looked at the woman's beautiful and gentle side face, and finally couldn't help asking, "Is it hard work to bring fifteen and seventeen?"

Song Nanyan looked up at the snow-white ceiling above her head, maybe at night, her emotions were more fragile, she nodded,
"It's impossible not to work hard, but it's my own child, so I think everything is worth it."