Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 650
"No, just had surgery, that's all."

Pang Jiayi took over the conversation, walked over, and asked, "Apart from your legs, do you have other discomforts?"

Song Ke looked at Pang Jiayi, with a trace of suspicion in his eyes, before he said in a muffled voice, "It's just my leg hurts, can I get a painkiller injection?"

"If the pain is tolerable, I don't recommend it."

As she spoke, she walked to the medical cabinet next to her, took out some things, walked over, and put them on the bedside table.

"Man, can't even bear this pain?"

Song Ke turned his face away, not convinced, "I'm just asking, who said I'm going to fight."

Pang Jia twitched the corners of his lips, sat down, and started to roll up his sleeves.

Song Ke was startled, quickly retracted his arms, and stared at her, "What are you doing?"

"Draw some blood,"

She shook the blood collection bag and joked, "Are you dizzy with blood?"

She has always been tolerant towards patients. In her eyes, Song Ke's age is no different from those children who are arguing not to get injections. They have to be provoked and coaxed like children.

Song Ke was even more unhappy now. He stared at a pair of bright eyes and said angrily, "You're the one who faints, if you want to smoke, do it!"

As he spoke, he raised his arms, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stretched out.

Pang Jia smiled, took a cotton ball and gently touched the crook of his arm, found the blood vessel, and inserted it precisely.

Zhao Youran stood by and watched this scene, her fingers slowly clenched, and her eyes became more and more complicated.

Pang Jia wants to pull out the needle

When I was there, there was a noise outside, and then the door of the ward was pushed open.

A group of people rushed in like smashing the field.

The leader was an octogenarian man with a hunched back, deep lines on his face, dark skin, slightly cloudy falcon-like eyes, lowered corners of his lips, and a hostile expression on his face.

He was leaning on crutches in one hand, and was supported by a young man in his 30s on the other side. There were three middle-aged men and women behind him, and there was a lot of battle.

"dad."

Zhao Youran got up and called out, glanced at the young man next to the old man, pursed her lips and said, "Why are you here?"

The old man snorted, ignored her, and said to the boy on the hospital bed with a calm face, "You stole Xiao Rui's car keys? Go racing with someone?"

Song Ke gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, my elder brother asked me to drive that car, I didn't steal it, and I'm not drag racing, I"

"enough!"

The old man didn't listen to his explanation at all, turned his head and scolded Zhao Youran with a stern face, "You don't know what kind of virtue Song Ke is, if you just spoil him like this and let him do whatever he wants, it's his fate, something happened, I think How do you explain to Zhigang?"

"Grandpa, what does this have to do with my mother? Why do you always target her?"

Song Ke has a straightforward temper, and with a sullen face, he fights for his mother's injustice.

Mr. Song has been in charge of the family for decades, and the most annoying thing on weekdays is that people disobey him. Song Ke, a teenage boy, dared to talk back to him, and the old man's expression darkened immediately.

Song Rui, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, finally said, "Xiao Ke, why are you talking to grandpa? Isn't grandpa also concerned about you?"

"Brother, why don't you tell grandpa why I borrowed your car?"

Song Ke pointed the finger at Song Rui, "I'm here to deliver documents to you, the car brakes perfectly."

"Xiao Ke!"

Zhao Youran interrupted Song Ke, and said indifferently, "Apologize to Grandpa."

Song Ke showed unwillingness, even under Zhao Youran's sharp eyes, he refused to let go.

Mr. Song snorted heavily, and he didn't even bother to look at him. Everyone knew the displeasure on his face.

"Xiao Ke, your grandfather is also worried about you,"

The gorgeously dressed lady behind Mr. Song coughed and said in a low voice, "Look, something happened to you, and the old man rushed here in a panic. You are really ignorant."

Song Ke twitched the corners of his mouth, "Auntie, the first person who called me when I had an accident was my elder brother. How many hours has it been since the accident happened? Please be logical if you say it like this. Makes people laugh out loud."

The noble lady's face was so ugly that she was run on, and she said angrily, "It's really a lowly blood of a countryman, without any education!"

Song Ke quit, and slammed down the cup on the table.

Glass shards splashed onto the woman, causing her to take two steps back in fright, her eyes widened.

"Auntie is so well-bred, why is she still clinging to my mother and never letting go, my cousin has a happy event and even asked my mother's hotel to waive the bill for you, why is she so big?"

"you"

The woman was so angry that her fingers were trembling, she couldn't speak for a long time, her face was red and green, and the people who accompanied her laughed comfortingly, and looked at Song Ke with contempt.

Mr. Song's face naturally became even more ugly, and he opened and closed his mouth and said, "Is this how you talk to elders? You don't even have any rules, do you? You did something wrong, you didn't admit it, and you even choked with your elders. Who taught you all this?"

Song Ke gritted his teeth, with a stubborn face, no matter what the old man said, he just kept silent.

Zhao Youran's complexion was not good. She managed to suppress the displeasure in her heart, and said in a low voice, "Dad, Xiao Ke just woke up, and his mood is a little unstable. I will educate him."

"Education? How many years have you been educating, and you have educated such a virtue? I said to send the army and let the fourth child be educated. You still don't agree. Today he can drive fast, and tomorrow he can kill people and steal goods!"

"Snapped"

Pang Jiayi slammed the stethoscope on the table, turned around and looked indifferently at a group of clowns who flaunted morality, and said indifferently, "If you want to quarrel, I want to examine the patient!"

Mr. Song's face darkened. Although he was unhappy, Pang Jiayi was from the hospital after all. If something happened, their Song family would also lose face.

So he snorted heavily, and let Song Rui help him out, shaking his crutches.

Zhao Youran subconsciously looked at Pang Jiayi, but the other party had already looked away, hung up the stethoscope in a standard posture, and lifted Song Ke's quilt.

She clenched her fingers, deeply

Glancing at Pang Jiayi, he followed the group of people and left in a mighty manner.

The ward finally returned to calm.

As soon as Pang Jia stretched out her hand, she was about to unbutton Song Ke.

Song Ke's ears turned red, he pressed her hand, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Pang Jiayi raised his eyebrows with interest, "Of course I want to listen to your heart rate."

"I hurt my leg, what heart rate do you listen to!"

Pang Jia spoke nonsense seriously, "You don't understand this. Although your injury is on your leg, the nerves and blood vessels connecting all parts lead to the heart. If you suffer from insufficient blood supply to the heart, you will have a stroke What should I do?"

Song Ke was stupefied by her, "You, what you said is true?"

Although it was a question, his hand had already loosened.

(End of this chapter)