The girl slept peacefully, even though the ringtone of the mobile phone bombarded the stool next to her, she didn't even frown.
It was because Ye Shuang couldn't listen anymore, and because she was afraid of protesting with the patients in the ward, she braced herself to answer the phone with dissatisfied eyes from all the people in the room, walked to the door and whispered "Hello".
"You're lazy like a cancer!" As soon as the call was connected, a male voice who gritted his teeth was greeted with hatred: "I told you that procrastination must be cured! Where is the settlement statement for this quarter? Where is the pre-order list for this month? And we agreed to meet with the client at 8:30, what time do you see now? If you don’t want to do it, just say so, let’s leave early and see you soon!!”
"..." Ye Shuang patiently listened to the man's words, and cleared her throat before speaking: "Sir, the owner of the machine is currently in the hospital on a bottle, if you are her family or friends, you'd better come over."
The person on the other side of the phone seemed to stop breathing for an instant, and the weird silence lasted for half a minute before the male voice said: "... who are you?"
Ye Shuang seriously recalled the whole incident, and reconfirmed that this should not be a traffic accident, so she decisively classified herself as a kind passer-by: "I am the red scarf."
Male voice: "..."
"In short, your friend fell into a hypoglycemic coma on the road, and I picked her up to the hospital. That's it, can you see if it's convenient for Fang to come and get her?" Ye Shuang sighed and expressed concern about the male voice's IQ. .
The male voice gritted his teeth: "I'm not free!"
"But… "
"Do you think she's fine if she's in a coma? If she's in a coma, it means I'm going to clean up her mess!" The male voice was very angry: "So I'm not free, so let her fend for herself in the hospital!"
"... I thought I had nothing to do with this matter?" Ye Shuang said speechlessly, "Is it possible that you lost your temper with me a little too much?"
The male voice was silent for another three seconds, and apologized patiently: "I'm sorry, I was emotional."
"Okay, I forgive you." Ye Shuang changed the subject: "Then, should we talk about hospitalization expenses and drug expenses..." Question...
Before he finished speaking, the communication on the other end of the phone was cut off.
Ye Shuang: "..." She ran so fast.
Staring at the phone luckily for a while. Ye Shuang finally admitted that he was unlucky, and returned to the hospital bed and put the phone back next to the sister's pillow, so as to accompany her on the bed.
…
After a night passed, the girl finally recovered after waking up.
Although he still looked weak, at least he wasn't as likely to faint at any time as he was the night before.
When the girl woke up, Ye Shuang was eating breakfast. A bowl of takeaway raw porridge was fragrant and fragrant. Just by looking at the sign, it was known that it was produced by a famous porridge shop in Shanghai. Although the distance between the store and the hospital is a bit far. But these days, as long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem.
The girl sat up silently and stared at Ye Shuang for five minutes. Ye Shuang also calmly followed her to watch.
After finally finishing her breakfast and wiping her mouth with a napkin after throwing away the disposable bowls and chopsticks, Ye Shuang looked at the girl and said, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
The girl lowered her eyelids and was silent for a while. Rubbing his belly: "Hungry..."
"It's normal to be hungry." Ye Shuang nodded: "I mean, is there any internal pain or trauma? If not, I have to leave."
Speaking of which, what happened last night was not a traffic accident at all, it was just that the brave Ye Shuang happened to be driving, and the car happened to be a little closer to the fallen girl.
But who said that the law and human relations of the Celestial Dynasty are like this, regardless of whether there is responsibility or not. Anyway, driving a car always suffers.
So before the girl nods her head and releases her, or does not have a full set of physical examinations to prove that she has no internal injuries. It is still impossible for Ye Shuang to escape.
The girl slowly slid down and lay back on the bed, dragged the quilt up to her chin with both hands, stared at Ye Shuang, and flattened her mouth: "Stomach hurts."
"..." Stomach pain has nothing to do with her? No matter how you think about it, you know that a car accident can't give you a stomachache.
Ye Shuang was silent.
The girl slowly added: "I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts."
Ye Shuang remained silent for a while. Finally, I couldn't help rubbing my forehead: "That's how good people in this world are extinct. You fainted on the side of the road, and I kindly sent you to the hospital. In the end, I paid for your bed, medicine, and inspection fees, and you still have to pay for it." Help you buy food?"
The girl was very disappointed and leaned her head weakly on the pillow: "Forget it. Let me fend for myself."
"...Okay, I'll buy it!"
Met such a wonderful girl. Ye Shuang really didn't have time to have breakfast with her.
Instead of ordering takeaway, Ye Shuang went directly to find a breakfast stall outside the hospital, bought a steamed dumpling that smelled good, took a bag of soy milk along with her, and went straight back to the hospital.
The girl also eats very slowly. From the first night when Ye Shuang met her, everything she said and did was like a slow-motion movie. If someone with a little patience gets along with her, he will die of panic within a few minutes.
Looking at the time, Ye Shuang simply didn't bother to urge her to read it, and swiped her mobile phone to play.
After waiting for twenty minutes for someone to finish a simple breakfast, Ye Shuang put away her phone and said helplessly, "Is it all right this time? If it's all right, then I'll leave."
I don't even bother to ask for the advance payment, even if she is unlucky.
"Hmm..." The girl's voice was as slow as ever, and Ye Shuang was not yet sure whether it meant "good" or "wait for me to think about it". The door of the ward outside was suddenly pushed open.
A man walked in with swift strides, with a very clear goal towards Ye Shuang and his sister.
After standing still by the bed, the man first scanned the girl up and down, and then turned his eyes to Ye Shuang's direction: "Are you the one who answered the phone last night?"
Ye Shuang also realized: "Are you the one on the phone?"
The girl blinked and looked at the two calmly, biting the straw on the soy milk bag and not speaking.
The man nodded casually, then spread his big hand in the direction of the girl: "Give me the phone!"
The girl handed over the phone slowly, but the man snatched the phone with a grab, and then hurriedly flipped through the text messages and call records.
Ye Shuang frowned and felt a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. But the man's brows furrowed more and more, and finally he gritted his teeth and angrily put the phone into his pocket, and shouted at the girl, "Are you an idiot?"
The girl answered seriously: "My IQ test score is 20 points higher than yours."
The man choked.
The girl thought about it and added: "I don't discriminate against your IQ."
So Ye Shuang saw that the man instantly turned into a tangled and twisted expression, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say...
"I said, since your friend is here, I'll leave first?" Ye Shuang sighed.
People are so difficult to understand now, she really doesn't want to spend another day and a half to stay with her in bed... Let alone a stranger, even if she really wants to show love and consideration, she should at least come with a man.
"No!" The man objected subconsciously, and then seeing Ye Shuang looking at him suspiciously, he had a toothache for a long time before deciding, "I mean, let me see you off."
"… good."
…
Ye Shuang drove the car by herself, and there was no shortage of people to see her off.
But she could see that it was absolutely unusual for a man to check his cell phone as soon as he came in, especially after the man read the SMS records in the cell phone, his face was so ugly that anyone could tell.
Probably there is something in the text message that is not suitable for outsiders to know, such as business secrets.
Although I don't understand why the man didn't rush over the night before since there is such an important thing on the phone. But now Ye Shuang was suspected that she might know something but it was certain.
So even if Ye Shuang was really wronged, he had to agree to the man's kindness to "send" her, otherwise the matter would be uncertain how long he would be entangled.
When I went to the hospital parking lot to pick up the car, the man's car was quite ordinary, not like some high-level person with secrets.
Ye Shuang consciously got into the passenger seat without wearing a seat belt. When the man got into the car and was about to start the engine, Ye Shuang took the initiative to say: "I drove over too, if you have anything to say, you can say it now, and I have to drive back after I finish."
The man was taken aback, and smiled stiffly with an obviously unnatural expression: "Did you misunderstand something? I just wanted to express my thanks, but I didn't know that you also drove here."
Ye Shuang looked at him quietly, expressing the attitude of "I believe you will be blamed": "... If you really just want to express your thanks, then settle the money I advanced."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, Hei Xian watched Ye Shuang for half a minute before nodding: "Okay, how much do you say?"
Ye Shuang was surprised to see that the man really lowered his head to look for the wallet. She didn't quite understand what this meant, but of course she couldn't refuse if she could make up for the loss, so she quickly reported the amount she had paid in advance, and asked a few words by the way: "Do you want me to give you the bill too? But there is no receipt for the breakfast I bought for her."
"No need..." The man took out something from his arms, and suddenly raised his hand to press Ye Shuang's face.
Ye Shuang's eyes were sharp, and she reached out and grabbed the man's wrist more swiftly than a man. The man subconsciously pressed a spray from his hand and sprayed it in his direction.
Ye Shuang's mind was ringing with alarm bells, she covered her mouth and nose, opened the door and got out of the car. In the next second, the man also quickly drove the door and got out, holding his breath and fanning his coat wildly. After several seconds, he finally opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths.
The spray didn't have much dose, and it dissipated after a while. Ye Shuang tentatively put down her hand and gently smelled the residual smell in the air, then frowned: "Sodium thiopental?"
The man froze.
Ye Shuang thought about it and continued: "I remember this is a drug that reduces the activity of the brain, it can be used as a veritaserum..."
Not only is the veritaserum effective, but this thing can only be configured temporarily. In other words, to be able to prepare such things on his body at any time, the identity of a man is no longer as simple as that of a high-level business organization.