Shi Yan also smiled slightly, "Doctor, I think you are right."

The doctor explained, "I don't mean anything else."

"Of course I do."

Several people will stay in the living room at night.

Secretary Wang said that the upstairs was not necessarily safe, the heavy curtains had been drawn, and people outside had no idea what was going on inside.

In short, Song Yun must not stay in the room.

Shi Yan agreed.

Song Yun threw a tantrum for a while, but finally agreed.

Shi Yan took a blanket and let Song Yun lie on the sofa. The doctor was giving him an IV. "Young Master, this condition won't last long."

"What does this mean?"

"What this means is that his condition is likely to have damaged his nerves."

Shi Yan stopped covering him with a blanket.

Could it be that the man injured Song Yun's head?

So Song Yun's personality changed drastically and he became like a little child.

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Song Yun became quiet for a while and then became noisy. Sometimes he looked normal like the president of Jingrui, and sometimes he looked like a six or seven-year-old child.

Shi Yan frowned and felt sorry for Song Yun.

He was a genius, but now he has ended up like this.

She patted Song Yun and made him sleep.

At this moment, the glass was suddenly smashed!

With a loud crash!

The doctor took two steps back, and Secretary Wang stood up from the ground cautiously. He had a dagger in his hand, but because of his injury, he moved slowly.

He frowned and looked very painful.

Shi Yan was holding a baseball bat in his hand, and the doctor saw this and quickly looked for something around him that could protect him.