Yan Louchuan looked as usual and did not mention the matter of Shen Chengfeng and Jiang Xiaoman again.
"what do you want to eat?"
After a day and night of hard work, Jiang Hexun was indeed a little hungry.
"It will be all right."
Yan Louchuan took out his cell phone and sent a text message to his wife at home.
At this time, Assistant Zhang knocked on the door of the ward, then opened the door and went in, followed by a middle-aged male doctor.
It was Dr. Fang who stitched his wounds, Fang Xu's uncle, Fang Liang.
Fang Liang has been dealing with dead and wounded patients all year round, and his nose is more sensitive than ordinary people. He smelled the smell of blood as soon as he entered the door.
Without looking at the wound, you can tell that the wound on Yan Louchuan's arm has collapsed.
He frowned and walked to Yan Louchuan's side, "Don't you want your arm anymore?
You didn’t even know your wound was broken?
Take off your clothes quickly, the wound on your arm needs to be re-sutured."
Yan Louchuan was about to speak when he was interrupted by Jiang Hexun's words, "Are you injured?"
He didn't want to mention it more and just said: "It's just a minor injury."
As he said this, he was about to take off his clothes when his fingers on the buttons suddenly paused. He stood up and said to Fang Liang, "Go to the lounge next door."
The two entered the lounge.
Assistant Zhang didn't go in because he was worried about the boss's emotional intelligence.
He is a human being, not Iron Man.
At this time, if the boss can act appropriately and pretend to be weak in front of the girl, it will be too late for her to feel guilty.
Fortunately, he took the initiative and brought Dr. Fang over directly.
Then let him make the decision without authorization once again and do misfortune for the boss.
Special Assistant Zhang whispered: "Mr. Yan's arm needed more than a dozen stitches. After I rescued you, the wound burst. Mr. Yan is not a person who likes to show weakness, so he has been holding back and said nothing."
Sure enough, Jiang Hexun felt very guilty.
As a friend, compared to her reservations about him, Yan Louchuan was much more sincere to her.
She lowered her eyes. She was stupid and didn't know what to say to express her guilt and apology.
After a long while, she said: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Assistant Zhang quickly said: "No trouble, no trouble."
His boss is very willing.
Jiang Hexun asked him: "How was he injured?"
It took more than a dozen stitches, what a big wound it was.
However, Special Assistant Zhang remained secretive, hesitating whether to tell the truth or not.
He was about to tell her the reason why his boss was injured when a man's slightly warning voice came from the lounge, "Assistant Zhang Te, come in."
Zhang Te's assistant was excited and hurried over.
Jiang Hexun got out of bed and wanted to go to the lounge to take a look at his wounds.
Inside, Fang Liang was lecturing him with a dark face.
"Why don't you cherish your body at all?
Do you know your wound is inflamed?
Go get an IV drip to relieve inflammation."
Yan Louchuan's eyebrows were light and he said, "No, it's nothing serious."
"Your arms are swollen, don't you feel any pain?"
Fang Liang was angry, "You know you have a fever?
Hurry up and get an IV drip."
Jiang Hexun stood at the door of the lounge, feeling even more guilty.
She said: "Yan Louchuan, you should listen to the doctor and get an IV drip."
Yan Louchuan raised his eyes, "Why did you get out of bed?
Go back to bed quickly."
The man's face was very pale, and he was obviously ill.
Jiang Hexun shook his head, "If you don't get an IV drip, I'll keep standing and watching you."
Her voice was soft, but her words were firm.
Fang Liang suddenly smiled at this moment, "Are you afraid of the needle?
How old are you now and you are still as afraid of injections as you were when you were a kid?"
"you shut up!"
Yan Louchuan's face darkened and his ears turned slightly red, showing his embarrassment and anger at being exposed.
Jiang Hexun looked at him in shock.
She really didn't expect that he, a grown man, was afraid of injections!
"Actually, you don't have to be afraid, just close your eyes."
The girl's words were extremely serious and she didn't mean to laugh at him at all.
"Um."
Yan Louchuan responded in a low voice.
After the wound was re-sutured, he slowly put on his clothes and strode out of the lounge, his steps slightly hurried.
And the other side.
Shen Chengfeng didn't know that his little Qingmei almost couldn't wake up.
Out of guilt, he had been sitting in the ward with Jiang Xiaoman.