Good Morning, Mr. President!

So so no serious!

柒 柒 Thin-skinned, ignore him, straighten up and lean back. Tang Yan stopped her, "Keep leaning, don't move around."

"I'm afraid you don't concentrate on driving."

"..." So he went away and found her?

This is the first time Tang Yan has never embarrassed a woman. Some shame.

But the face was calm and calm as usual, "Rely on, you have to mess around, I will be even less focused."

I glanced at him, and he really didn't move anymore. In fact, she did n’t even know what was wrong. Lying on the front passenger seat was not uncomfortable, at least it was more comfortable than leaning on his shoulders. However, she did n’t know when she would fall in love with him Taste so close.

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The car, quickly, stopped at the hospital door.

柒 柒 Unloaded the seat belt and looked at Tang 珏 before getting out of the car. "Go back first, I will be with them tonight in the hospital."

Tang Yan didn't ask to stay with her, he knew it was impossible. He just nodded, "Go in."

柒 柒 Then I pushed the car door down and hurried to the hospital. Tang Yan watched the figure disappear into the field of vision, and then looked away. Without stopping, he drove the car into the hospital and parked in the garage.

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When I arrived at the inpatient department, I Yong was just pushed into the ward from the rescue room.

It was also at this time that I discovered that my uncle had lost some weight recently and his face looked a little waxy. At this moment he was still asleep, Jiang Yan was sitting on the bed with a lot of heart.

He pushed the door in and Jiang Yan raised his eyes.

"Why are you here so late?" Jiang Yan said quietly to her.

Slang: "I called to find her."

"You just aren't afraid of trouble. What time is it?" Jiang Yan murmured.

"Let's go out and talk, don't wake up Uncle." Wu reminded softly. This is an ordinary single ward, just a single room, it is really not very convenient to speak.

The three of them walked out of the ward together, and when they saw that their faces were not very good, they were also worried and asked, "What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"

Slang whispered to her, "Now it is initially suspected of pancreatitis. However, the specific situation is still waiting for the results."

"If it is pancreatitis, it's easy to handle, I'm afraid ..." Jiang Yan said, frowning and interrupting, "Mom, what are you thinking about! Where are so many cancers?"

It's rare for slang to look so harsh. Jiang Yan sighed, and did not continue to say this. He just screamed, "Your dad has had abdominal pain and fever, and he vomited last time."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Slang frowned. "I never heard you mention it."

"You don't know about your dad? Knowing that you are a nurse, you are sure to make a big deal. I also persuaded him to come to the hospital to see, but he just didn't listen and said it was a cold. I didn't take it to heart. "

"You elders don't pay attention to it!" The slang was a little angry. The angry parents didn't say anything, and they were angry that they lived with them every day and found nothing wrong.

柒 柒 Listening to the conversation between the two, he glanced inside with a probe and appeased, "Do n’t you scare yourself, it must be a small problem. Usually, my uncle is alive and well. He exercises every day and his body is always healthy."

"Yes." Slang nodded almost immediately, but it was more like self-consolation.

Jiang Yan still sighed, worried. After a while, he said, "Slang, go to your hospital, do you have more rooms on the VIP side? Are there any preferential policies? Such a single room is not very convenient."

"The VIP ward does not count medicine costs a day, the consumption is tens of thousands, and the staff discount is also 8,000. If you are sure to live, let the hospital arrange it."

8000 a night, which is affordable for ordinary households? When Jiang Yan heard it, he retreated, "Forget it, in a few days, you can only let your dad get off for a while."

"Well. If it's okay, maybe you can get discharged after getting the results."

I didn't interrupt them, she was thinking that the owner of this hospital, Ye Yan, was a good brother of Tang Ye. If Tang Ye helped, it shouldn't be difficult to make another discount. However, this kind of thing, she seemed unable to speak up at Tang Yan. He has helped himself many times. Moreover, if my uncle knew that it was Tang Ye who helped him, I was afraid that he would get sick if he was not sick.

"Hmm. Hmm?" The slang yelled at her twice, before Hyun slammed back, "Huh? What?"

"You accompany my mother first. I'll go and make a pot of water."

He nodded, "OK. You go, I'll stay with you."

After the slang explanation, I took the kettle and went out. He and Jiang Ye went back to the ward. He washed the fruit on the bedside and cut an apple and handed it to Jiang Ye. Jiang Yan had no appetite, and persuaded her: "Eat anything, it's so late, I haven't gotten asleep, I can't stand it in my stomach. It can work with my stomach."

Jiang Yan sighed, but still picked up the apple, "You eat too."

"Ok."

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On the other side, slang went to the boiled water room that was open 24 hours. In the hospital, there are few people on night shifts. Fortunately, slang is familiar with this hospital.

After leaving the inpatient department, she was about to walk to the water room, and a sudden appearance made her stop suddenly.

Opposite, Tang Yan came over.

Tonight, he's not as formal as he used to be. Pullovers and dark blue trousers are very casual. However, even so, he cannot hide his splendid brilliance. Wearing the moonlight makes him look more charming.

Slang's attention has been completely attracted to him. Her mind was blank, and it wasn't until the man stood in front of her that she shook her head.

"Miss Mi, coincidence." He greeted her first. The sound lines sounded so magnetic at night that stirred her heart lake like willow branches, and waves of ripples waved in an instant.

"Tang ... Mr. Tang." Slang tried his best to restrain his emotions and not make himself rude in front of him. But very helpless, too nervous, even saying hello, it was a bit intermittent. "Why are you here?"

What was the slang think of? There was a hint of worry in my eyes, I couldn't restrain it, and I hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong?

"No. It just happened." Tang Yan calmly, with one hand in his pocket, "Right, how is your father, isn't it serious?"

The slang shocked again, "You ... do you know about my father?"

"Well, I heard a bit."

Slang reminds you repeatedly not to think wildly, don't end up in fact empty, because you are passionate about yourself, it will be shameful. Maybe it just happened that she just saw her when she took her father to the hospital.