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On Tuesday, before seven o'clock, Song Youman woke up.

She stared at the ceiling and lay motionless for most of the hour, until the alarm went off several times, when she got out of bed, washed up briefly, and drove to the hospital.

There were not many people who had surgery this morning, and when Song Youman arrived at the hospital, there were already more than a dozen people queuing up in front of him.

She found a position, sat down, and never moved, she didn't know how long she had been sitting stiffly in a position, and she didn't know how many people were dangling in front of her, she only knew that when she came back to her senses, the nurse was calling her number repeatedly.

She hurriedly got up, said "I'm sorry" to the nurse, and followed the nurse into the operating room.

The nurse gently and in detail explained to her a lot of surgical precautions and postoperative maintenance, and then handed her a set of clothes, motioned her to change, and then sat on the hospital bed, waiting for the instructions of the surgeon.

The nurse had someone else to take care of, and she left quickly, Song Youman held her clothes and sat on the bed without changing for a long time.

It wasn't until the nurse appeared in front of her again and reminded her to hurry up and change her clothes, and when she was about to get an anesthetic injection, Song Youman said "oh oh" twice in a daze and took off her coat.

When she went to zip her skirt, her fingertips trembled, she tried several times, but she couldn't pull her clothes, and when the nurse came over again and offered to help, she suddenly hugged the surgical gown, squatted on the ground and cried.

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It wasn't until Tuesday morning that the summer good night in Hong Kong was busy with the business trip to be busy.

When she returned to the hotel at noon, after she slept for a while, she was full of energy, and immediately took her mobile phone to make a call to Song Youman.

The phone rang for a long time before Song Youman answered, her voice was weak: "An An? ”

Xia Wan'an suddenly sat up from the bed: "Youman, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's nothing, I'm here for menstruation, and it's a little uncomfortable......" After Song Youman finished speaking, he opened his mouth again: "What about you?" Is it okay in Hong Kong? ”

"I'm fine, I'm done with work, I called you, I want to ask you if the work is solved?"

"Oh, solved ......"

Hearing this, Xia Wanwan was relieved: "It's settled, I'm going to go to Central in the afternoon, do you have anything you want to bring?" ”

"Me? I don't miss anything ......."

"Then I'll see if there's anything you like and bring it to you."

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After chatting with Song Youman for a while, Xia Wan'an saw that Song Youman's tone was getting more and more relaxed, so he hung up the phone and left the hotel to go shopping.

The whole process of shopping at Xia Goodnight was still very happy, she chose a few gifts for Song Youman that she would definitely like, and then bought a pair of cufflinks for Han Jingnian, of course, she didn't forget to bring gifts to her grandmother, sister-in-law, brother, and parents.

When Xia Goodnight returned to the hotel with a full load, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, she got out of the taxi, handed the big bag to the hotel waiter, and walked to the elevator.

Speaking of which she was quite unlucky, walking and walking, she was hit by a person who was on the phone, the person was very fast, the force was very strong, directly knocked her back several steps back, because she was wearing high heels, the ground was a little slippery, she did not stand firm for a while, sprained her foot......

PS: Guess if there's a story behind this sprained foot? Well,After today's update.,See you next time.,This chapter continues to draw a little cutie to send a diary~~~ Of course, babies, remember to vote for recommendation~~