Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 567
Shan Rao held his breath out in order not to make Song Ran feel guilty.

Although he didn't know this woman very well, he still had at least some cognitive judgments, so he tried to put on a calm and unruly appearance, trying to dispel her worries.

Sure enough, the woman's eyes were deep, and she turned to ask the nurse, "How is this gentleman's condition, does he need to stay in the hospital for observation?"

The nurse looked up at the man, and when he was hesitating, the door not far away was pushed open again, and the doctor who had just treated his wound came out and took off his mask, "Fortunately, no organs were injured, but the blood loss is more severe. It is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation for two days, and when the condition stabilizes later, it is enough to come back regularly to change the medicine.”

Song Ran nodded in response, and then said to the little nurse, "Please, I have to go through the hospitalization procedures for this gentleman."

The little nurse frowned and led the people to go forward, but was stopped by Yan Hao, who was beside her with quick eyes and quick hands, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

The woman paused when she heard the words, stared at his half-closed eyes, then looked back at the man who was buttoning up his shirt as if there was no one else around, and said coldly: "Take care of your young master."

Song Ran often feels uncomfortable when it comes to owed favors.

She didn't want to be alone with this man, so she followed the little nurse, walking quickly.

Frustrated, Yan Hao turned his head, looked over with a pitiful look, and shouted: "Master..."

The young master raised his head with disgust, and couldn't help but be attracted by the swollen eye. He stood still, and with a broken face, he ordered: "Don't tell this matter at home."

Seeing that the other party nodded hurriedly, he raised his chin towards the entrance of the corridor again, "Go back to the hotel and prepare a set of clean clothes for me."

This time, Yan Hao's head, which was nodding desperately, suddenly stopped. He thought for a while and shook his head, "I'd better stay here and take care of you. The hospital will have patient clothes to change later, and I can pick them up tomorrow morning." .”

He felt that his analysis was good, but the man in front of him was obviously dissatisfied, so he raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead, "You can go if you are told, where is there so much nonsense."

Before leaving, seeing Miss Song who had completed the formalities and came back here, Yan Hao was suddenly enlightened, stretched his neck and smiled obsequiously: "Master, do you want to be alone with Miss Song? I understand gone."

After finishing speaking, he shrugged his shoulders and walked away quickly.

What Song Ran handled for Shan Rao was the best independent ward in the hospital. He was led all the way to the ward. The man walked slowly, but tried his best to calm down.

Song Ran followed his steps, and thanked him in a nonchalant manner, "It can be seen that they are targeting me."

"Yeah." Shan Rao tried his best to breathe steadily, and nodded in agreement with Song Ran's conjecture, "Generally speaking, in half a day, the news will not be fermented to the point where it is now, and it is obvious that things are pre-planned by someone, including Those people just now."

The two walked slowly, and not long after they reached the door of the ward, Song Ran opened the door and went in, turned on the light again, and stood inside the door waiting for the man to follow.

Shan Rao stepped in and added, "You are the only daughter of the Song family. Your father is getting old now. You are the only one who can stand up at this time. If anything happens to you at this time, those who want to It will be much easier to attack the ghosts and monsters who want to take advantage of it."

After finishing speaking, he also walked in, closed the door behind him with his backhand, and stared fixedly at the woman in front of him, "So, you can't have anything to do at this time."

At this moment, the look in the man's eyes was sincere and enthusiastic, but within a short time, that enthusiasm changed again, and turned into something evil and playful.

Song Ran avoided his gaze, and put aside the hospital gown she received from the nurse, "Put it on first, you need to rest now, I have to thank you for this, think about what you want For compensation, you can contact my assistant."

After finishing speaking, she narrowed her eyes and walked to the door.

Before opening the door, he seemed to think of something again, put one hand on the doorknob, and turned around to ask: "Don't say anything about this matter for now, I don't want to add any negative public opinion to the current situation."

Song Ran knew in her heart that she didn't need her to remind her of these words. This man's shrewdness and wisdom far surpassed his somewhat bohemian appearance.

Sure enough, at this time the man stood in front of the hospital bed and looked over with his lips curled up. He didn't seem surprised by her order, but he didn't intend to answer her, so he watched silently as she opened the door of the ward and left.

Song Ran walked along the corridor of the hospital towards the exit of the elevator. Unexpectedly, when she passed the nurse's station, the nurse who had taken her to go through the hospitalization formalities rushed over again.

Seeing Song Ran, she seemed to have seen some savior, and after calling out "Miss", she ran all the way over, "This is the medicine from Mr. Shan just now, he forgot to take it away, please tell me, today Take it before going to bed at night."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the direction behind him anxiously, "There's an emergency patient over there, I have to go there right away, please..."

Song Ran took the medicine, but before she had time to respond, the girl had already rushed out and ran away.

She lowered her eyes, staring at the pill with her name on it in the white plastic bag, and finally took a step back, then turned around, and walked towards the original ward.

Shan Rao was sitting on the edge of the bed changing clothes when he heard the knock on the door.

Because the wound was tearing and painful, he moved very slowly, and he didn't worry too much at the moment, so he called for someone to come in.

Song Ran pushed open the door, and what she saw was the man's broad back with wheat-colored strong veins.

Her footsteps stopped there, and she didn't know how to advance or retreat for a while.

To her surprise, apart from the gauze wrapped around the waist, there were many large and small scars on the man's back, which seemed to be old wounds that had healed, but no matter how I thought about it, the wounds on his body didn't fit The identity of this Young Master Shan.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, but no one spoke for a long time, the shirtless man turned his face. After seeing the woman standing at the door clearly, his expression was somewhat surprised.

"Why are you back again?"

Surprised, he was surprised, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He stretched his arms slowly as before, took off his half-removed shirt, and then got up and walked in front of her.

The lines of his body were clear and clear. While walking, he took the clothes next to him and changed them. He just stretched his arms slightly, and a few bright bloodstains ooze from the snow-white gauze wrapped around his waist.

Looking at it, Song Ran felt her scalp tingling.

But she remained calm and spread her palms, "Your medicine."

The man was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it, thanked him briefly, and put his arm on the door frame and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No." Song Ran lowered her eyes and pointed at his waist, "Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

Shan Rao's face was relaxed, and he raised his eyebrows and said no, the woman didn't force her when she saw this, and she left the ward after a light reply.

She didn't know that at the moment when the wards were closed, the man's face was grim for a moment because of the pain, and he let out a long breath of cold air between his lips and teeth.

Who let it be in front of the people he cares about, this bit of pretentiousness is still necessary.

(End of this chapter)