Song Yiyi turned around to support Cen Yue, "Come on, slow down. Your stomach hurts so much, there's no need to bother with unnecessary outsiders."
"Your own health is more important. Outsiders won't feel sorry for you."
She was being sarcastic to the extreme: "Sometimes, it doesn't matter if you have the same surname as someone else, you have to see who really cares about you."
"Tsk tsk, look at this little face, it's so pale, even I, your wife, want to cry just looking at it!"
"The clinic will be closed soon. We don't have time to talk about love. Only those with dirty thoughts would think so~"
"Let's get treatment if we're sick~"
"Unlike some people, who don't treat their illnesses! Even if they do, they won't get better! A broken heart is incurable."
As Song Yiyi spoke, she put Cen Yue's arm on her shoulders.
Cen Yue stood up with the help of her strength.
The two of them walked forward on their own.
Several officers nearly bit off their lips, trying with all their might to stifle their laughter.
My sister-in-law is also awesome!
No one noticed that Cen Laoer's forehead was still bleeding.
Cen Anguo panted heavily, "Stop!"
Song Yiyi wanted to carry Cen Yue and run, and her back was full of joy.
No.
No, no, no!
As soon as they left.
Cen Lao Er started to cry, "Dad... wuwu... Dad, I told you that my younger brother hated you, look, he almost beat me to death! Dad... wuwu... It's all blood..."
Cen Anguo had a headache.
When they arrived at the clinic, the doctor on duty frowned after hearing Song Yiyi's description.
"This is an old problem, Mr. Secretary. Help him lie down inside first. I'll arrange for an IV right away."
Cen Yue looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.
As soon as he lay down, he curled up.
The doctor poked his head into the inner room and shouted, "Sister-in-law, please cover the commander with a blanket. He's shivering all over."
Song Yiyi: "He's soaked all over."
Is the bottom of the pan hot or cold?
"Touch his hand, it's definitely cold." The doctor on duty didn't even raise his head, his hands moving quickly.
Song Yiyi grabbed Cen Yue's hand and felt a chill run down her spine.
She thought about it, stood up, borrowed a basin from the clinic, took out her handkerchief, wet it, and wrung it dry.
Song Yiyi asked the doctor, "Can you wipe the sweat off his body?"
The doctor nodded, "Okay."
When Song Yiyi went in again, Cen Yue curled up into a ball with a frown on his face.
He is so tall when he stands up, but now he looks very small.
Song Yiyi walked over and sat down next to him, calling out, "Cen Yue?"
She was answered with a whimper.
Song Yiyi: “…”
I have really broadened my horizons.
It’s a pity that she didn’t have a cell phone, otherwise she would have recorded it.
From now on, this will be the biggest leverage over Cen Yue.
Song Yiyi resigned herself to helping Cen Yue wipe his face, neck and hands.
She stood by the bed, pursed her lips, struggled for a while, and finally gave up taking advantage of the situation.
I could have used it as an excuse to wipe the sweat off my face and touch my abs.
But she is a decent person and would not do such a vulgar thing.
He simply pulled open the thin white quilt at the end of the bed and covered Cen Yue tightly.
Cen Yue seemed to have fallen asleep.
But it was not stable, and her long, fine black eyelashes trembled slightly.
Song Yiyi muttered: "A grown man looks like an eyelash fairy."
She went out to pour water and returned the basin.
The doctor on duty had prepared the medicine for the IV drip and was walking into the inner room carrying a white tray.
Song Yiyi followed behind.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the clinic door.
Before anyone came in, they were already howling loudly.
"Medic, medic!"
The wailing was mixed with a hint of complaint, "I am in so much pain, help me stop the bleeding!"
As he spoke, a figure ran towards the doctor on duty.
The white plate in his hand was about to be knocked over, and the glass bottle inside was shaky.
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