After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

"Actually..." Yang Ming was about to say something when the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, and Shang Ji walked in from the outside with an expressionless face.

Yang Ming endured dizziness and sat up: "Mr. Shang."

Shang Ji's clothes from the time of the car accident have been changed, and he has returned to his former nobility and aloofness. His suit is straight, his body is tall and straight, and his legs are long and straight when he steps in.

The other person was sitting in the back during the car accident. He had no obvious trauma on his body, except for a small wound on his chin that was punctured by broken glass and has now become scabbed.

Song Xi'er just glanced at him lightly and then looked away, her expression calm, as if the dispute between the two not long ago did not exist.

However, Song Xier also quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Fortunately, nothing happened to Shang Ji, otherwise she was sure that the other party would take the opportunity to blackmail her, which could be seen from the missing clothes.

Speaking of that dress, Song Xier's heart ached again.

I don’t know how much it will cost, so I’ll ask Assistant Yang after they leave.

Before this, she had always said that she had nothing to do with Shang Ji, but in fact, they would still be involved until the money was paid off.

She really didn't want her debt to get bigger and bigger.

Shang Ji walked to the bed and looked at Yang Ming's plastered hand and the gauze wrapped around his palm, and asked, "How is it?"

"It's okay." Yang Ming said, "It's just that my hand is a little troublesome, otherwise I wouldn't have to be hospitalized."

If it weren't for the inconvenience, Yang Ming could go back to work directly.

"Recuperate well." Shang Ji said, "There is no need to rush out of the hospital."

Yang Ming paused, moved his right hand and then said tentatively: "Actually, my hand is still good, and it won't affect my work. If Mr. Shang has any documents that need to be processed, you can give them to me."

Before Shang Ji could say anything, Song Xier on the side spoke first: "How can this be done? How can you still work when you are like this now?"

After Song Xier finished speaking, he hesitated for two seconds, but finally turned around and looked at Shang Ji: "Mr. Shang, although Assistant Yang is your employee, he is injured now. The doctor said that he should not exert himself or move around. He can be fine in this condition. Are you calling in sick?”

Shang Ji's eyes moved from Yang Ming's hands to Song Xi'er's face: "Miss Song is very concerned about my assistant?"

Song Xier frowned: "It's not you who said -"

"Yang Ming is my assistant, so I won't treat him harshly." Shang Ji's voice was cold: "Although he got himself into this by acting impulsively during work because of his personal feelings, but he has been with me for so many years, I It’s not like we won’t even give you a single sick day.”

After Shang Ji finished speaking, he looked at Yang Ming: "Take good care of your injuries. For the sake of your seriousness in daily work, I will give you a paid leave until you recover."

"..." Yang Ming coughed: "Thank you, Mr. Shang, I will definitely take good care of myself."

Song Xier hurriedly turned around and took the water glass aside and handed it to Yang Ming: "Assistant Yang, drink some water quickly."

"Thank you, Miss Xi'er, I can do it myself." Yang Ming hurriedly took the water glass handed over by Song Xi'er, feeling that cold sweat was breaking out on his back.

As a result, because he was too nervous, he managed to choke when drinking water, and Yang Ming coughed violently.

"Don't move, I'm here, you can't move your hand yet." Song Xi'er took the water glass and put it aside while subconsciously raising her hand to pat Yang Ming's back, trying to calm him down.

As a result, before his hand could reach her, Yang Ming suddenly turned sideways and avoided Song Xier's hand that was about to fall in an exaggerated manner.

As a result, he moved too much and touched the wound on his left hand. The pain caused him to lose control of his face on the spot.

Song Xier's hand froze in mid-air, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

"...Miss Xi'er, I'm fine, you don't have to be so polite to me." Yang Ming endured the pain and said while looking at his boss's face, feeling a silent wailing in his heart.

He couldn't express his suffering!

Shang Ji's cell phone rang at this time. He looked at the caller and then walked out with his cell phone.

When the door to the ward was closed, Yang Ming looked at Song Xi'er and said, "Miss Xi'er, the situation happened by chance. You don't need to take it to heart. There are nurses in the hospital, so you don't need to stay here to take care of me."

Song Xier glanced at the ward door and guessed that Yang Ming was acting like this because of Shang Ji.

"You don't have to be so polite to me. I know that working under Shang Ji is not easy. Now that you are delaying work because of me, I naturally hope that you can recover from your injuries and be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible."

"And..." Song Xi'er paused as she spoke: "Assistant Yang, I have nothing to do with Shang Ji now, and I have also left the business. You don't need to call me Miss Xi'er anymore. Just treat me as an ordinary person. That’s it.”

In the past, it was because of Shang Ji and her status in the business, so Yang Ming was respectful every time he met her, and he is still now.

"I understand, Miss Xi'er." Yang Ming nodded: "Miss Xi'er, there is no need to be so polite to me. I have nothing serious and I will be discharged from the hospital soon."

"..." Song Xi'er stopped arguing with him about the issue of address. After looking at the time, she said, "You haven't eaten anything yet. I'll go down and buy you some food. Is there anything you want to eat?"

"...I'll eat everything."

"Okay." Song Xi'er turned around and left the ward. When she walked towards the elevator, she saw Shang Ji walking over after making a phone call.

Song Xier paused for a moment, then pretended not to notice and walked over.

But Shang Ji said: "Where to go?"

Song Xi'er didn't look back: "I'm going to buy food."

Shang Ji frowned: "Isn't there food in the hospital?"

"It's too late. I can't let people deliver it to me alone anymore."

After saying that, the elevator opened just in time. Song Xier said nothing and walked in.

In the ward, Yang Ming was about to raise his hand to touch the mobile phone beside him when the door of the ward was opened again.

Yang Ming looked up and saw Shang Ji walking in. He quickly retracted his hand holding the phone and sat up straight: "Mr. Shang."

……

Song Xi'er chose a restaurant downstairs in the hospital that looked good. They said they would eat whatever they wanted. She ordered Yang Ming a bone soup, stir-fried pork liver, a steamed fish and a small stir-fried green vegetable.

After ordering, she ordered a tomato scrambled egg rice bowl to eat in the store, and then waited for other dishes.

While eating, Su Mei called: "Mom."

Song Xi'er had called Su Mei before this and briefly told her what happened. She didn't say it was too serious. She just said that Yang Ming had saved her and Yang Ming had no family to take care of her. Then she would stay and take care of him temporarily.

"I'm at the hospital." Su Mei asked on the other end of the phone, "Where is Assistant Yang's ward? I made soup for him."

Song Xi'er sat up immediately after hearing this: "Mom, are you coming to the hospital? Why didn't you tell me?"