"You," Rong Chuqin pointed at Shen Kuo, "take good care of Secretary Song. You must know what you should say and what should not be said."
Shen Kuo nodded and said: "Yes, there are several, I know."
All the doctors and nurses around understood this.
Song Tang was still sitting on the row chair, her eyes were a little dull, and her reaction was very slow. She thought of the front of her body, but her legs were weak and she couldn't hold up the armrests with her hands.
"Song Tang, Song Tang?" Rong Chuqin saw that something was not right with her and called out twice, but her voice was still weak.
Song Tang was so flustered that his pale face was covered with beads of sweat, his hair on his temples was wet, and his whole body was sweating.
Zheng Li sneered, "Oh, I thought Song Mi was not afraid of heaven and earth, but it turns out that he was afraid that he almost killed Mr. Rong."
Rong Chuqin rolled his eyes at him and tried to warn him despite his breath, "If you talk nonsense again, don't talk anymore in the future."
The voice is weak, but the momentum is not weak at all.
Zheng Li was speechless and had to close his mouth.
In addition to having top-notch medical technology and equipment, Rong's Hospital is also top-notch in keeping secrets. Song Tang is Mrs. Rong's business. As long as Rong's hospital does not make it official, there is no way it will escape from Rong's Hospital.
When they heard that Rong Chuqin did not call her Mrs. Song, but instead called her Secretary Song, the doctors and nurses knew what she was doing.
"Assistant Shen, Secretary Song, and Mr. Rong have already been injected with anti-allergy medicine, but the follow-up is not finished yet. They should be sent to the ward first. You can come together."
If we don't come together, Mr. Rong won't cooperate.
Shen Kuo nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay."
The VIP ward is a suite with two bedrooms and one living room. It doesn't feel like a ward, but more like a home.
Inside the master bedroom, doctors and nurses surrounded Rong Chuqin. Although Rong Chuqin's condition had improved, the doctors did not dare to use too strong medicine for the sake of caution, so his situation was still dangerous.
In the lobby outside, Rong Zeshi had already arrived. After learning what had happened, he did not blame anyone too much. After sending away the nagging Zheng Li, he only asked Song Tang to stay and take good care of his grandson.
"Lao Zheng just said that Chu Qin's parents have been notified?"
"Um."
"Then they have to arrive tomorrow anyway. When they come, you notify me."
"good."
Rong Zeshi sighed and added: "Notify me secretly."
"?"
"Hmph, you are an unworthy descendant. Your son will only come back if something happens to you. If something happens to me, they should drink and celebrate."
"..."
At this time, the door of the master bedroom opened and the doctors came out. The attending doctor smiled and said: "Mr. Rong, don't worry too much. The young master's condition has improved. I gave him a little calmness and let him go first."
If he has a good sleep, you will feel a little more at ease."
"That's good, thank you for your hard work."
"It should."
Everyone retreated one after another. Seeing that his grandson was sleeping deeply, Rong Zeshi left with peace of mind.
Song Tang was the only one left with him in the ward. She looked at the man lying on the bed. Although the rash had not gone away, he was still running a fever. However, his chest continued to rise and fall at a steady pace, and she was finally able to calm down a little.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
She stretched out her slightly trembling hand and touched his hand cautiously. When he didn't respond, she boldly held it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know... I'm sorry..."
The hand suddenly tightened, and Rong Chuqin held her hand instead.
Song Tang panicked, his heart beating wildly, and he rushed to the bed to check on him, "Are you awake?"
Even after being sedated, the effects of the drug were still there, and it was difficult for Rong Chuqin to wake up. He still closed his eyes, moved his lips, and said softly: "It's none of your business."
This sentence is just like when he was dying, he would rush out to tell her and reassure her, regardless of his own medical treatment. It had the same meaning.
Song Tang's heart was full of mixed feelings. The emotions that had been sealed for seven years, the yearning that she had suppressed for seven years, suddenly, a thin crack appeared.
At the end of summer that year, Chairman Rong held a birthday party, and she and her second uncle's family were also invited.
She didn't want to go at first, but the second aunt said: "Song Tang, don't be ignorant. Mr. Rong invited our whole family because he valued you. If you don't go, how can we go? You don't want to see the world, your cousin
I want to stand out."
Reluctantly, she went along.
The banquet was full of prominent people, and the second aunt liked to drag her cousin along to join in the fun and get acquainted with each other, but she didn't want to do that.
The banquet was held in a villa in the suburbs. The main hall was grand, but the backyard was very elegant. There was a dense bamboo forest, with gravel paths leading between the bamboo forests, and small streams meandering around.
Song Tang ran into the bamboo forest alone to find peace and quiet.
Under the moonlight, the night breeze blows, the bamboo forest rustles, and there are landscape lights buried on the roadside and under the stream, which is unique and interesting.
Suddenly, footsteps came from the bamboo forest, as well as the proud voices of boys, "Are those rookies worthy of playing with me? I made them lose till they lost their pants, and even said I would play again next time, with such bad skills,
I don't have time to play with them."
On the winding gravel road, separated by mottled bamboo shadows, a tall figure came walking under the landscape lights. Song Tang raised his eyes and saw a young man wearing a basketball uniform walking towards this side.
He looked very young, probably a few years older than her. He had a hairband on his forehead, a basketball in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other. He was tall and straight, with a high-spirited look. Lines of sweat hung from his cheeks and flowed through his chiseled jaw.
bone, flowing into the deep clavicle fossa.
When she saw him, he also saw her.
"Hang up, stop talking, I'll find you later." He quickly put down the phone, his eyes fixed on her.
Song Tang was embarrassed to look any further, so she turned her head and looked at the lights in the stream.
The boy walked over confidently and high-spirited. The moment they met, he asked: "Are you here for the birthday party?"
Song Tang raised his head and said softly: "Yeah."
"What a coincidence, I'm also here to attend the birthday banquet."
Song Tang looked him up and down. He was sweating profusely. It was obvious that he had just finished playing basketball. She revealed: "Are you lying to a three-year-old child? There is a birthday banquet in the main hall in front, and there is a basketball competition exchange in the side hall at the back.
Yes, you are dressed like this to attend an exchange meeting, right?"
The boy did not refute, but asked, "If I dress like this, can't I attend the birthday party?"
Song Tang pointed at the main hall, "Everyone in there is dressed very formally, drinking and competing with each other. If you go in to play ball, you will be kicked out."
"Really? Then I still don't believe it," the boy said without showing any timidity on his face, "I just walked in and saw if they would kick me out."
Song Tang was only 17 years old at that time. He was simple, introverted, timid, and very shy. He was completely different from the confident and flamboyant boy in front of him.
Later, Rong Chuqin said that he originally wanted to go back to the hotel room and change into a formal suit before going out, but because of her provocation, he simply went in directly.
The result of going in directly was that he was kicked out by his grandfather in public, and was also laughed at privately by the guests, who laughed at him for being young and ignorant, and laughing at him for not being able to be reused.