The top idol is not a substitute

"The patient has acute gastroenteritis. I will prescribe some medicine for you later. You should pay more attention to your diet and protect your stomach, especially raw and cold items in summer are also a major cause of your symptoms."

Doctor Li said.

"Acute gastroenteritis?" Yan Xuan glanced at Song Xiangsi and repeated it uncertainly.

At this moment, Song Xiangsi's body was much more comfortable. She was sitting on the sofa with a sofa cushion behind her and a small blanket covering her body.

When meeting Yan Xuan's eyes, Song Xiangsi looked away, not daring to meet her eyes.

Dr. Li nodded, and said calmly: "Of course, if the situation permits, it's best to go to the hospital. My equipment is limited. Anyway, the hospital is more authoritative."

Dr. Li knows that some celebrities can't help themselves. For example, ordinary people can go to hospitals at any time, but celebrities have to worry a lot.

Although Yan Xuan found it strange, she also knew that the doctors invited by the program group had passed the test.

but……

Song Xiangsi has always been in good health, pays attention to health preservation, and eats regularly. How could she suddenly get stomach problems?

"Acute gastroenteritis?" Yan Xuan looked at Song Xiangsi and said.

The last time I was asking the doctor, this time I was asking Song Xiangsi.

It seemed to be asking the reason, and it seemed to be asking whether she believed it or not.

Although she knew that Yan Xuan's question was mostly out of surprise, Song Xiangsi still felt warm.

Even if it wasn't out of love or worry, she was still willing to take this question as concern.

Although she dared not answer.

Song Xiangsi bent her lips and smiled, then glanced at Dr. Li at the side, and explained in a low voice:

"Maybe it's because I ate ice cream last night."

Yan Xuan felt that this was a bit ridiculous, but she heard Dr. Li say:

"Summer is the season when acute gastroenteritis occurs frequently. Unclean food, cold and irritating food are all triggers."

"The cause is the cause. It's caused by a problem with the stomach itself. She..."

In the middle of the rebuttal, Yan Xuan realized what she was doing.

She was questioning and angry, not understanding why Song Xiangsi did this.

Song Xiangsi sat on the sofa, tightly clutching the corner of the blanket covering her body with her fingertips.

Song Xiangsi didn't dare to look at Yan Xuan's light eyes.

I'm afraid that she will feel that she doesn't care about her body.

But after a while, her fingertips gradually relaxed, and she let go of the blanket.

She just remembered that Yan Xuan was probably just out of surprise and curiosity, not her self-righteous concern, let alone wasting energy scolding her.

After sending the doctor away, Yan Xuan slowly closed the door and returned to the living room.

Standing in front of the sofa, holding hands, looking at Song Xiangsi.

And Song Xiangsi sat upright, like a prisoner waiting to be interrogated.

Sit and stand.

One was full of doubts, and the other was nervous.

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

After not hearing Yan Xuan's voice for a long time, Song Xiangsi took the initiative to say, "Thank you."

Yan Xuan was thoughtful.

Just when Song Xiangsi thought she would not answer her, she heard her rhetorical question:

"no need thank me?"

Song Xiangsi froze for a moment, then bent her lips and said, "Thank you for saving me."

Yan Xuan let out an oh, didn't look at her again, but walked to the refrigerator in the dining room, and said, "I just don't want you to die at my door."

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips, then smiled, "I'll pay attention next time."

Yan Xuan's hand that was reaching into the bottom of the refrigerator paused for a moment, and then she took out an ice cream as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you for not kicking me out." Song Xiangsi said again.

Yan Xuan turned around, looked at her lightly, and said, "Don't remind me what to do next."

"..."

Song Xiangsi shut up quietly.

Yan Xuan glanced at her, then opened the lid of the ice cream in her hand, and shook it at her: "Do you want to eat?"

Song Xiangsi subconsciously nodded.

Just as she nodded, she heard Yan Xuan's sneer:

"Okay, I didn't want to die at the door of my house, but I wanted to die at my house."

Song Xiangsi coughed lightly: "Sorry, I didn't see clearly."

Yan Xuan ignored her, put a scoop of ice cream into her mouth, and asked, "So powerful?"

"Ah?" Song Xiangsi was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Maybe, maybe it's been too long since I ate."

"Is that so?" Yan Xuan thoughtfully, lightly sipping the spoon in her hand.

Song Xiangsi looked at her, trying to stop her from continuing to ask, and asked softly, "Just now you..."

Yan Xuan seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say, glanced at her, and said softly: "I just covered you with a blanket when you were crying for cold."

Song Xiangsi paused for a moment, then blinked her eyes, and bent her lips: "I want to ask what you and the doctor were talking about just now."

Yan Xuan was quiet for a few seconds, swallowed the ice cream calmly, then put the remaining ice cream on the coffee table, picked up the phone from the coffee table and opened the memo.

After a few minutes, he screenshotted the picture and sent it to Song Xiangsi.

"The precautions the doctor said have been sent to you," Yan Xuan shook her phone, and said again, "Remember to ask your assistant to get the medicine."

Song Xiangsi nodded obediently.

The ice cream I ate just now was too sweet, Yan Xuan put down her phone, walked to the small kitchen with a teapot beside her, and poured herself a cup of warm tea.

As soon as he raised the cup, he met Song Xiangsi's burning eyes.

Before his lips touched his lips, he heard Song Xiangsi's weak voice: "I want to drink tea."

Before Yan Xuan refused, she heard Song Xiangsi's pitiful voice: "Is it okay?"

"I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he lifted the blanket covering her body, and seemed to be about to get up from the sofa.

"..."

"You still drink tea, I think you are just a cup of tea."

Yan Xuan muttered a few words, then put down the teacup in her hand, took a clean water cup, picked up the kettle and poured a cup of boiled water into it.

Pass it to Song Xiangsi.

Song Xiangsi reached out to take the cup filled with hot water, her lips curled up, "Thank you."

Yan Xuan ignored her words, her eyes fell on the blanket covering her body.

Not to mention that the entire blanket was lifted, not even a corner was lifted.

Just pretending.

Song Xiangsi just blew on the hot water when she heard Yan Xuan's inexplicable laughter.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she heard Yan Xuan's words:

"What are you drinking?"

Song Xiangsi subconsciously let out an ah, then looked at the water glass in her hand, isn't this the hot water she poured?

Yan Xuan suddenly said: "Tea."

Song Xiangsi understood what she meant.

"It's delicious."

Yan Xuan didn't bother with her, and waited for her assistant to come back and quickly picked her up.

Song Xiangsi held the water glass in her hands, rubbed her fingers against the glass body, felt the temperature, and pursed her lips, as if she was struggling in her heart.

After a while, he opened his lips and asked, "You just..."

Yan Xuan sat on the sofa on the other side, turned on the TV, and didn't turn her head when she heard what she hesitated to say.

But after a long time, so long that she had adjusted the channel, Song Xiangsi hadn't said what she wanted to say.

Yan Xuan glanced at Song Xiangsi from the corner of her eye.

Song Xiangsi seemed to have noticed something, and said again:

"You just..."

After saying a few words, he didn't continue speaking.

"I just, what did I just do?"

Yan Xuan frowned and asked.

She didn't understand when Song Xiangsi spoke so hesitantly.

If you have any questions, can you just ask directly?

Song Xiangsi froze for a moment, then asked foolishly, "Did you...just cover me with a blanket?"

Yan Xuan paused for a moment, then sneered: "Otherwise?"

"Oh." Song Xiangsi lowered her head in frustration.

After a few seconds, he seemed to realize that the answer just now was not very polite, and said again: "Oh, I think too much."

Yan Xuan looked at her in a daze for a moment.

After a while, Yan Xuan reminded her coldly:

"Out of friendship, I'll borrow your sofa for a rest, and I'll go out as soon as your assistant arrives."

Just before the doctor came, Song Xiangsi was already awake, Yan Xuan told her to go back to her room, but Song Xiangsi didn't bring her room card, so she could only wait for Cheng Chen who was out on business to come back.

It happened that the doctor had already arrived, and Yan Xuan didn't have the heart to drive her away seeing that she was weak.

As soon as I stayed, I stayed until now.

Song Xiangsi forced a smile, then nodded.

Yan Xuan glanced at the time, almost an hour had passed since Song Xiangsi fainted, and the assistant hadn't come back yet.

"It's quite easy to be your assistant," Yan Xuan said, "The artist doesn't care about life or death."

"my question."

After Song Xiangsi answered, she drank the last sip of hot water in the cup.

"..."

Song Xiangsi carefully glanced at Yan Xuan, but saw that her gaze was already focused on the TV.

Then he took out his phone and sent a message to Cheng Chen.

"Are you angry?" Song Xiangsi said cautiously.

Yan Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to her and just watched her TV.

"I didn't mean to defend others. After all, I sent her out."

"do not be angry."

Yan Xuan frowned, wondering: "Why should I be angry?"

Song Xiangsi was not discouraged, and continued: "That Qiao Min knows that she is a bit dangerous, if possible, try not to get close to her."

Yan Xuan glanced at her, but did not answer.

Song Xiangsi couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so she had to repeat it again.

Yan Xuan pressed the pause button, threw the remote control on the coffee table, and made a sound.

Then he leaned on the sofa, folded his hands, and said coldly, "I don't think your stomach is sick, but your brain is sick."

"I'm close to her? It's your little Qingmei who is looking for me to chat about your childhood friendship."

Song Xiangsi heard that she finally spoke about it, and quickly explained: "We're not Qingmei, I don't have a good relationship with her, and we don't have any engagement, she has bad intentions, really."

As if she didn't hear what she said, Yan Xuan chuckled lightly: "By the way, she is quite polite. She even thanked me for being by your side when she wasn't around."

"Trust me, okay? She just approached you on purpose." Song Xiangsi was a little anxious, and didn't even know whether she should say it was because of Ji Yao.

"I know she approached on purpose." Yan Xuan thought it was funny when she thought of Qiao Minzhi's proud look today, "It's not because of you."

"It's not because of me, but because of Ji Yao."

Song Xiangsi reached out to pull her sleeve, but Yan Xuan shrewdly avoided her, and she even gave her a glare.

"Are you disgusting? As for La Jiyao coming out?"

Song Xiangsi shrank her fingertips and did not approach her again.