The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1911 It’s a disease, it needs to be cured

A sentence that is simpler than relaying a doctor's order.

Not even the care of ordinary friends.

Song Yuan couldn't help but glance at Nan Jiaojiao on the sofa.

Bo Yanqing was afraid that she would be tired, so he sent her to the ward to rest early in the morning. At that time, Song Yuan was lying on the cold table and was pushed into the machine. Bo Yanqing took this time to chat with Nan Jiaojiao, not caring about her life or death, waiting for the examination. Came back when it was almost over.

If Bo Yanqing was a cold-hearted person, she would have tolerated it before.

But he is clearly not like this in front of Nan Jiaojiao. He is also caring and his words are not so rigid, but can't he share that little bit of tenderness with others?
Song Yuan leaned back on the pillow and smiled weakly, "Brother Bo, Sister Lai has gone to pay the fee. I don't have much energy to read the instructions one by one. Why don't you help me and I'll watch you take it once?" Just know how to eat it.”

"can."

Bo Yanqing agreed immediately, and Song Yuan's heart felt like a fire was burning.

However, when he passed by the sofa and went around to rub Nan Jiaojiao's head, Song Yuan was not so happy.

How eye-catching!
Bo Yanqing came back with a glass of warm water and put it on the bedside for the time being. Song Yuan sat up on her own, took the water glass over, tested the temperature, looked up and smiled, "Thank you, third brother."

Bo Yan responded calmly, took a portion of all the medicines, put them on the box and handed them to Song Yuan.

She thanked her again and started taking medicine. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Bo Yanqing glance at his watch.

She deliberately ate slowly, trying to delay as much time as possible. However, Bo Yanqing was not guarding her by the bed. After giving her the medicine, she went to the sofa to accompany Nan Jiaojiao.

Song Yuan had a heart attack, so she simply stuffed the last few pills into her mouth. When she swallowed, the pills were soaked in water, and the bitter taste spread in her mouth. She couldn't swallow the remaining pills, so she retched and lay on the ground. Vomiting by the window.

Nan Jiaojiao looked over and kicked the trash can in front of Song Yuan.

After spitting some water, Song Yuan slowly raised her head, "Thank you, San..." Nan Jiaojiao pulled out two tissues and handed them over. Song Yuan's face was so weak that she almost didn't tense up. She clenched her fingers on the edge of the bed tightly, subconsciously. Look towards the sofa.

Bo Yanqing's attention was not here. He was answering the phone. After saying a few words, he walked out of the ward to answer the phone.

Song Yuan's expression suddenly dropped, and she took the tissue and wiped her mouth unceremoniously, "Thank you Jiaojiao, please take the trash can away for me. I feel uncomfortable with the smell."

Nan Jiaojiao ignored her reasonable attitude and kicked the trash can back to its original position with a few more kicks.

"feel better now?"

"My head still hurts a little."

Song Yuan held her forehead and turned her face away, deliberately not making eye contact.

Nan Jiaojiao didn't have the consciousness of being kicked out. "If you need someone to take care of you in the next few days, just call me and I will come."

Song Yuan vaguely sensed something was wrong and turned around, "No need, I will contact Third Brother if I have anything to do. He has wider connections in Rongcheng than you."

"What kind of connections are needed in the hospital?" Nan Jiaojiao said in an unclear tone, "The biggest connection in the hospital is Brother Shu. I am familiar with him, but Brother Shu always follows the procedures and there will be no shortage of arrangements for you. ”

Song Yuan gritted her teeth, "But with Third Brother here, I will feel safer."

"Does Miss Song have nightmares at night?"

Song Yuan raised her head and became more enthusiastic, "What if I said yes?"

"Why are you so sure that it will happen? If you often have nightmares, it's a disease and needs to be treated."