Shi Yan had just hung up the phone when Jiang Xu called.
"Shiyan, where are you?"
Shi Yan spoke the truth. Jiang Xu's face darkened at first, then he fell silent, and his voice became aggrieved. "Shi Yan, I believe you."
"certainly."
Shi Yan is not the kind of person who can't figure things out, so Jiang Xu went to the meeting without saying a word.
The group's affairs seemed to be quite serious. Jiang Xu looked solemn and said, "Take care of yourself."
Shi Yan hung up the phone and came in.
Song Yuchen leaned against the head of the bed to rest.
He looked much thinner, with a prominent Adam's apple. Shi Yan walked over.
It turned out that she had never cared about him and had no idea that Song Yuchen actually had stomach problems.
"Does it hurt?"
Song Yuchen slowly raised his head to look at her, "Can I smoke?"
"This is a hospital."
Of course he knew this was a hospital.
Shi Yan noticed the sweat on Song Yuchen's forehead, turned around and took a towel to wipe it off his face.
"Thanks."
His thank you was putting distance between the two of them.
Shi Yan didn't say anything, but a wave of heartache surged in her heart.
Although he is the president of Jingrui, he now looks so fragile.
"Shi Yan."
"Don't talk."
When Shi Yan was wiping Song Yuchen's hands, he half-held the back of Shi Yan's hand and applied a little force.
"Will this relieve the pain?"
He smiled and said yes.
The smile was forced, and the emotions in his eyes were restrained.
Shi Yan didn't push him away because she didn't know how to help him at this time.
The doctor said that I can’t take any medicine now and I’ll need surgery soon, so I can only endure it.
Shi Yan frowned and sat down with a serious expression, "The doctor has been talking about this disease for a long time."
Song Yuchen doesn't look like a patient at all.
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