"I'm a person who fought death in the operating room. Now I have to bandage your wounds. Do you think it's an honor?"

Shi Yan was very grateful and said, "It's my honor."

"You have a conscience, unlike someone else. If you had been brought here a little later, this injury would have healed."

As soon as Wu Shiyan finished speaking, Song Yuchen glanced at him leisurely.

"I shut up, can't I just shut up?"

The disinfectant still hurt a little, Shi Yan gritted her teeth and held on for a while, "It's okay, just say whatever you want."

"I'm really sorry to bother you so late."

Wu Shiyan had just finished the operation. When he heard Shi Yan say this, he looked up at his friend.

"Look at how nicely your wife speaks. Try to imitate her."

"Let's go."

Song Yuchen pulled Shi Yan up. Shi Yan turned around and bowed to thank Wu Shiyan, "Doctor Wu, thank you so much. Sorry for the trouble."

Wu Shiyan was a little flattered, "No...you don't have to do that."

Shi Yan was a little too polite, and Wu Shiyan was a little at a loss.

Song Yuchen took big steps, and Shi Yan followed closely behind him until he suddenly stopped.

Shi Yan just bumped into his strong back.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yuchen looked at her like this and couldn't help but feel distressed and soft-hearted, "Does it hurt?"

“A little.”

Shi Yan looked up at Song Yuchen, her eyes wet, like a deer in the forest.

"You can talk about pain."

Song Yuchen pressed Shi Yan's head against his chest and said, "You can tell me from now on that your husband is here."

Hearing these words, Shi Yan's eyes became sore.

Over the years, no one has ever said these words to Shi Yan.

She could see that Song Yuchen was really worried about her injury.

Even though he was making a fuss, Shi Yan was still moved.

"Okay."