He gasped in his ear…
"You stupid,,,"
Out of breath…
"If you don't keep important things well, next time... really no one will get them back for you."
After saying this with difficulty, he lost consciousness immediately.
His world was finally buried in darkness.
*
Song Nanye woke up again and saw a vast expanse of white in front of him.
There were transparent white walls and white sheets. He was wearing a loose blue hospital gown, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of disinfectant.
Bad smell.
He moved and found an IV drip on his arm. Just as he was about to pull it off, the door opened.
"Don't move!"
Song Yikai came over with a bowl of millet porridge in his hand and put it on the table angrily.
"You kid, I owed your whole family my last life, right? I got into a fight with someone and got a concussion. Do you know how many days of your brother's salary your hospitalization expenses cost?!"
“…”
Song Nanye ignored him and still wanted to remove the IV.
"Don't move! Are you deaf?"
Song Yikai raised his fist and gestured at Song Nanye's head.
She subconsciously wanted to punch him, but when she saw the thick gauze wrapped around his head, she finally sighed helplessly and put her hand down.
"You still have a slight fever, so you took the intravenous drip. You don't need to take the intravenous drip after you finish this one."
"I don't like hospitals!" he shouted angrily.
"Then don't fight! Then you won't end up in the hospital!"
"… cut!"
Song Nanye snorted and turned away, his face hard, but he didn't pull out the needle from his arm.
The room was very quiet.
It was so quiet that Song Yikai felt sad as he looked at the scars on the young man's face.
"Can I call you ancestor? What should I say to you to change? I asked you not to fight and study hard, but why didn't you listen! Whose child is so unreasonable and troublesome like you? You said that I am both a father and a mother. Is it easy for me to serve you?"
“…”
Song Nanye still didn't speak, his face was stern.
The door to the ward opened again, revealing a boy wearing a cream-white sweater. He was delicate and delicate, with big eyes, fair skin, and a clean and relaxed temperament.
Song Yikai looked at Jiang Beize and suspected that he was a girl more than once.
But he saw Jiang Beize going to the men's room with his own eyes.
She even peeed next to him in the men's room.
So he believed it.
There really is a kind of boy in this world, who is clean and looks like a girl, and is even much more squeamish than a girl.
"Kitazawa is here!"
A sunny smile immediately appeared on Song Yikai's face.
Seeing this, Song Nanye sneered and snorted, "Hypocritical."
"What did you say?!!"
"Okay, Assistant Song, stop scolding him and let Song Nanye have a good rest here!"
"Okay, okay, help me persuade him, don't let him fight every day!"
Song Yikai was busy at the company when he received a call from Jiang Beize. He heard Jiang Beize crying on the other end of the phone, saying that Song Nanye had entered the operating room and was covered in blood.
Without saying a word, I put down all the work and rushed over. Fortunately, the doctor said that he was sent in time. He had a concussion and two broken ribs. The rest were just skin injuries and no internal organs were injured. He could be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest. .
Song Yikai breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him! Now that my second brother is not in the company, Assistant Song should hurry back to the company!"
(End of chapter)