The hospital is Yan Zhen's own hospital.
Although the inspection is cumbersome and complicated—after all, Yan Zhen has a lot of concerns, X-rays, CTs, and MRIs are all that can be done—but the speed is very fast. Yan Zhen ran up and down with Su Jinxin in his arms, but refused to let him down, and threatened to deduct the money for one more sentence. Su Jinxin was really helpless, so he had to bury his head in Yan Zhen's arms like a quail with red ears.
After a while, various documents were collected: there was nothing major, just a scratch on the flesh.
Only then did Yan Zhen calm down.
But he still grabbed the doctor and asked: Why is there so much blood? Does this level of blood loss matter? Will there be scars
When I got a reply that it was okay, I just needed to rest more so that I wouldn't leave scars when I recovered well, so I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that the big investor was so nervous, the doctor didn't dare to neglect him. Although there was no big deal, he still asked if he wanted to be hospitalized for a little observation. Yan Zhen thought about it, the VIP conditions in the hospital were considered acceptable, but it was not as good as his own home, so he shook his head:
"Call a trustworthy doctor to the house."
He also instructed the housekeeper who came over to call the family doctor to the villa to stand by.
Su Jinxin objected in a low voice: "It's not a big deal, don't make a move..."
"I have the final say in the small things." Yan Zhen was full of temper, and in front of outsiders, from the tips of his hair to the toenails, he was the style of a domineering president.
Su Jinxin never loses face to him in private.
Besides, Yan Zhen is in a bad mood now.
There is someone else next to him.
Hurry up and stop talking.
An Fen meekly lay on Yan Zhen's chest, let Yan Zhen hug him, hurriedly loaded him into the car, dragged the motorcade all the way back to the villa, and slapped him into the room in front of everyone go.
Su Jinxin was really tired - she was so fiercely "eaten" by Yan Zhen, and there were all these unexpected follow-ups - all the way, her head huddled in Yan Zhen's arms, little by little, as soon as she touched it. Pillow's eyelids couldn't open immediately, but he was still thinking about the corner of Yan Zhen's clothes and said:
"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for causing you trouble today."
The articulation was not very clear, and it was sticky in his throat, like a new-born stuffed animal.
Yan Zhen couldn't help crying.
She squeezed his wrist to let him release his hand, lifted his forehead, lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "Go to sleep. Don't bother. You are my person, and if something goes wrong, I should take care of it. ."
Su Jinxin's ears were so red that they were transparent.
No answer.
I had to secretly hide my face under the quilt.
Yan Zhen went to the bathroom and twisted the towel, wiped Su Jinxin's hands and face, and carefully helped him change into his pajamas. He stayed by the side and listened to his breathing gradually becoming calm and peaceful, and then lightly walked out the door.
Of course it's a lie to say that you're not busy.
The amount of recent mergers and acquisitions is large, and there are many tricks in it, even if he Yan Zhen dare not take it lightly.
Going downstairs to the living room, a large and small group of people in the company are still waiting. Surrounded by the coffee table, laptops and notebooks were spread out on the ground.
Yan Zhen rubbed his brows, went up to make a serious review, made a serious self-criticism about his behavior of "delaying public affairs because of private affairs and causing everyone to work overtime", and asked the housekeeper to serve everyone a late night snack before he became nervous. to work.
This is busy until midnight.
After finally dispersing, let the housekeeper put the employees who could not go back one by one in the guest rooms of the next building, and the end of the work was all the eastern starting point of fish maw white. Afraid of disturbing Su Jinxin's rest, he found an empty guest room to take a shower, then wiped his hair and went back to his room.
I thought I could see Su Jinxin sleeping like a little angel.
I didn't want to just open the door when I heard a hoarse and crying dream inside:
"Ah Biao, don't be like this... I hurt... Brother Biao... No, take it easy... I hurt... "
Yan Zhen's face sank.
Step forward.
Seeing that Su Jinxin was trapped in the dense pillows and quilts, only a small face the size of a palm was exposed, soaked in cold sweat and pale as paper.