The two took a taxi to the nearest hospital.
Song Nanwu was completely confused about the medical procedures in the 21st century. She stood in the hall with a cold expression, staring at Si Jin.
Seeing the long queues at the registration windows, Si Jin took out her cell phone and made a call. Then she saw Song Nanwu reaching out to grab her neck again, and she grabbed her hand.
She also developed a rash on her neck, and after scratching it, her fair skin turned red.
Si Jin glanced at him and said, "Just bear with it."
The warm palm fell on her slightly cool skin, bringing with it a burning warmth.
Song Nanwu looked at Si Jin, pursed her lips, pulled her hand back, and replied calmly, "Yeah."
After a while, the dean came down and saw Si Jin standing in the hall, and hurried to greet him.
"Master Jin, everything has been arranged."
The prince of the Si family is respectfully called Master Jin by almost everyone in the upper class.
Later on, I don’t know how this name got out, and it happened that Si Jin was called "Third Master" in a movie.
So Si Jin’s fans also started calling him Master Jin.
Si Jin was usually restrained, exuding a sense of laziness. He glanced at the dean nonchalantly, "Hmm."
This hospital is owned by the Si family, so no one dares to neglect their own Master Jin's teammates.
After a series of examinations, Song Nanwu was finally diagnosed with being allergic to roses.
"Heh." Si Jin chuckled when he knew the result.
Song Nanwu: “…”
Infusion room.
Song Nanwu was on an IV drip.
Si Jin sat lazily beside her, looking at her left hand thoughtfully.
Song Nanwu noticed his gaze and looked over. "What's going on?"
"Your arm injury has healed so well, there's not even a scar left."
Not only that, there was no sign of injury on that smooth and fair skin.
How could it be restored so perfectly in such a short time?
Si Jin glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, his lips slightly curled up, his dark eyes so deep that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Song Nanwu's face was expressionless. "Doctor Tang's medical skills are good."
Si Jin looked at her without saying anything, and suddenly reached out and poked the rash on her wrist.
Song Nanwu looked at him in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Is it itchy?" he asked.
It wasn't itchy originally, but after he poked it just now, it started to itch again.
"Itchy." Song Nanwu said, subconsciously reaching out to scratch.
Si Jin quickly grabbed her, his eyes lazy and his tone nonchalant, "Didn't you hear what the doctor said just now, about not scratching? Did you remember it with your toes?"
Song Nanwu: “…”
There was a bright smile on his handsome face, as if it was intentional.
Song Nanwu looked at him and suddenly cursed, "Fuck."
Hearing this, Si Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.
This person always looks cold and indifferent, and she doesn't have much emotional ups and downs on weekdays. When she doesn't want to pay attention to you, she is too lazy to talk to you. I have never seen her scolding anyone.
It was as if after tearing off the cold mask, he became more lively, and there was a hint of itchy attitude.
It really has a unique charm when you look at it.
Si Jin was in a good mood. "So our Buddhist sister can also curse! I thought you had become a nun and had long since become indifferent to everything in the world."
Song Nanwu twitched the corner of her mouth, looked at Si Jin, and emphasized seriously, "Captain, I don't believe in Buddhism, really."
"Haha." Si Jin suddenly laughed softly, like the sound of a clear spring in a mountain stream, which sounded pleasant and pleasing to the ears.
I don’t know if he listened to it or not?
Song Nanwu looked at him with burning eyes and said nothing.
Si Jin stopped laughing and was about to say something when his cell phone rang. It was Nie Hao calling to ask about Song Nanwu's situation.
Si Jin glanced at Song Nanwu and said, "It's not a big deal. I'm just allergic to roses. I'm on IV drip and I've been prescribed some medicine. It won't affect my upcoming matches."
"Eat it when you get here! Her IV will probably take over an hour, so she won't be able to come over."
Without saying a word, Si Jin hung up the phone.
Song Nanwu frowned and looked at him, "I want to eat hot pot."
"The doctor said to avoid spicy food, so forget about this hot pot."
Si Jin looked at her indifferently, took out the lollipop that Song Nanwu had given him from his pocket, tore off the wrapping paper in two strokes, then pulled off the mask on her face and fed it to her mouth.
"Just eat some candy! Buddhist sister, you should eat light food these days."
Song Nanwu felt a little depressed. She opened her mouth to hold the lollipop and couldn't help but say, "I'm annoyed."
Seeing her somewhat irritated because she couldn't eat hot pot, Si Jin raised the corners of his mouth, smiled very brightly, and sneered, "Who told you to accept other people's love so easily? Now you are getting your comeuppance!"
There was a hint of gloating in his nonchalant tone.
Song Nanwu was a little confused, "Declaration of love? Who?"
Si Jin looked at her like she was an idiot. "Don't you know that the rose symbolizes love? You don't believe in Buddhism and you don't understand this? Is this really a problem of your IQ?"
Song Nanwu frowned. How could she know what language flowers in the 21st century could mean?
"It's obvious that the new guy Huang Yang is interested in you. You should handle your own emotional issues well and don't let anyone take advantage of you." Si Jin said.
"Captain, you're probably overthinking it. He treats me as his sister, and I treat him as his brother."
"Oh." Si Jin replied calmly, pulling his lip. "How do you know he only sees you as his sister? If he doesn't intend to be too aggressive, it would be better to make it clear to him as soon as possible, so that he doesn't fall in headfirst and can't get out."
Song Nanwu didn't say anything.
Si Jin didn't say anything more. After all, it was someone else's emotional issue and he was just an outsider, so it was not right for him to interfere.
"Go to bed and keep an eye on the water in the bottle."
After saying that, Si Jin leaned back and closed his eyes.
Song Nanwu glanced at him, her thoughts a little confused, but no matter how she thought about it, she felt that Rong Jue only treated her as a sister.
In the end, I was too lazy to think about it anymore and took out my phone to watch the show.
It was still that fantasy drama. She was at the base before and was busy with the league, so she didn’t have time to watch it.
Si Jin said he was going to sleep, but he couldn't sleep at all. Then he heard the voice of Feng Ci, the little devil.
Si Jin opened his eyes quickly and looked towards Song Nanwu.
The phone screen was showing a scene of him leading a group of heavenly soldiers.
Wearing a silver armor, he is handsome, majestic and heroic.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Si Jin looked at Song Nanwu and suddenly asked, "Who's more handsome, Di Yuan or Feng Ci?"
Song Nanwu glanced at him, then looked at the phone screen, and answered very seriously: "Di Yuan."
Si Jin's lips curled slightly, "So, Di Yuan and Feng Ci, who do you like?"
The black mask covered half of his face, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.
Song Nanwu was silent for a moment, then said, "Feng Ci."
"Heh." Si Jin sneered.
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