Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

He was gasping in his ear...

"You stupid,,,"

Out of breath...

"Important things don't take good care of yourself, next time really...no one will return it for you."

After speaking this sentence with difficulty, he lost consciousness immediately afterwards.

His world was finally buried in darkness.

*

Song Nanye woke up again with a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.

With transparent white walls and white sheets, he was wearing a loose blue hospital gown, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was heavy.

Unpleasant smell.

He moved and found a drip on his arm. Just about to pull it off, the door opened.

"Don't move!"

Song Yikai came over, holding a bowl of millet porridge in his hand, and placed it on the table out of anger.

"You kid, I owe your whole family in my last life! Fighting with people, concussion, do you know how many days your brother's salary is for your hospital stay?!"

"..."

Song Nanye ignored him, still trying to remove the drip.

"Let you stay still! Is it deaf?"

Song Yikai raised his fist and gestured at Song Nanye's head.

I subconsciously wanted to punch him, but saw the thick gauze wrapped around his head, and finally sighed helplessly and put his hand down.

"You still have a fever, so I took some drips. You don't need to fight after you finish this bottle."

"I don't like hospitals!" he yelled out of anger.

"Then don't fight! Then you won't go to the hospital!"

"……cut!"

Song Nanye snorted, turned his face away, his face was hard, but he didn't pull out the needle on his arm.

The room is very quiet.

It was so quiet that Song Yikai looked at the scar on the boy's face, feeling sad.

"Is it okay to call your ancestor? What am I going to say you can change? Let you stop fighting, study hard, study hard, why don't you listen! Whose child makes such unreasonable trouble with you? You say I am a father and a mother Serving you, am I easy?"

"..."

Song Nanye still didn't speak, his face was stiff.

The door of the ward opened again. The boy in a milky white sweater was delicate and delicate, with big eyes, pale skin and a clean temperament.

Song Yikai looked at Jiang Beize and suspected that he was a girl more than once.

But he had seen Jiang Beize go to the men's bathroom with his own eyes.

He even peed on one side with him in the men's room.

So he believed it.

There is really a kind of boy in this world who looks as clean as a girl, even more squeamish than a girl.

"Bize is here!"

Song Yikai's face immediately put on a sunny smile.

Upon seeing this, Song Nanye sneered and snorted, "hypocritical."

"what did you say?!!"

"Alright Assistant Song, don't scold him, let Song Nanye rest here!"

"Well, that's fine, you help me persuade him, don't let him fight every day!"

Song Yikai was originally busy at the company, and when he received a call from Jiang Beize, he heard Jiang Beize crying at the end of the phone, saying that Song Nanye entered the operating room with blood all over his body.

I didn’t say anything and pushed all the work and rushed over. Fortunately, the doctor said it was delivered in time, there was a concussion, and two ribs were broken. The rest were skin traumas and no internal organs were injured. You can leave the hospital after a few days of rest. .

Song Yikai was relieved.

"Well, don't worry, I will take good care of him! Now that my second brother is not in the company, Assistant Song should go back to the company quickly!"