Song Yan saw that his forehead was full of blood, and she was distressed: "Grandpa, don't speak, I'll take you to the hospital for an examination." ”

"I'll go up and help your master, you go and get my wallet, don't worry, see if your master can still speak, it's probably not a big problem." Song Meihua comforted.

Song Yan nodded.

Song Meihua got into the car and helped Song Jiang.

Song Yan ran back to the store, and Zhao Xiaoli had already run away.

"What about Zhao Xiaoli?" Song Yan's eyes turned red.

Fang Yang, another chef in the store, said, "Sister Yan, that woman left through the back door just now. ”

"The monk can't run away from the temple, wait for me to come back and clean her up, you take the boss's tricycle keys and take me to the hospital." Now that Song Jiang's body is at stake, Zhao Xiaoli had better ensure that Song Jiang will be fine, otherwise she won't be able to spare her.

Fang Yang took the keys to the three-wheeled bicycle, and the rest stayed to guard the store.

When he arrived at the hospital, the blood on Song Jiang's head had been cleaned up by the doctor, and the doctor also hung a bottle of anti-inflammatory water and glucose water for Song Jiang.

Song Jiang's mental state seems to be very good.

Song Yan sat beside him and asked him some questions, and Song Jiang could say them accurately.

Song Jiang looked at Song Yan and Song Meihua, who were nervous, and said, "Don't worry, you two, I can't die yet, when I just enjoyed my happiness, I have to live well and bring your milk's share back to life, otherwise, I'm sorry for her." ”

Song Yan's heart was sour, she knelt beside Song Jiang, lay on his lap and cried: "Master, I want milk, I'm sorry for her." ”

After living for two lifetimes, her grandmother's life is gone here, Song Jiang is also a matter of this half a year, she is really frightened, and Song Jiang used to leave early.

Song Jiang laughed a few times, touched Song Yan's head with his old and dark hands and said: "Silly child, what are you crying about, my lord is reluctant to go like this, you are such a pitiful child, your father became a martyr when he was young, and he never took you for a day, your mother doesn't want you, you have suffered for so many years in your second uncle's family, and you are finally better, how can I be willing to leave you alone, don't cry, you are not ashamed to cry your nose when such an adult is still crying." ”

Song Meihua was amused by Song Jiang's words, and also came to comfort Song Yan with a few words: "Dayan, get up quickly." ”

Song Yan stood up and hugged Song Meihua.

Song Meihua patted her on the back.

At this time, Huo Beiting came out of it, took Song Jiang's brain in his hand, and said: "The doctor said that there is no problem, but there are some slight concussions, and the old man is weak and needs to strengthen nutrition, especially at the age of grandpa, he needs to supplement more calcium." ”

Huo Beiting handed the medicine to Song Yan: "This is medicine, it is anti-inflammatory, the doctor said not to touch the water, the first two days to come to the hospital to disinfect, observe the injury, pay attention to rest, nothing else is a big deal." ”

Huo Beiting did his best in this matter.

He didn't want to admit Zhao Xiaoli in his heart, but after all, he was still his brother's person, and now that Zhao Xiaoli had hurt someone, he couldn't sit idly by.

After Song Yan took the medicine, Huo Beiting said apologetically, "I'm sorry." ”

"You're not sorry for me." Song Yan raised her head, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned her face away and said, "Don't tell me I'm sorry, I'm fine." ”

"I'll take care of this matter, I won't let my brother get engaged to this woman again." Huo Beiting took out the brick-like big brother and made a phone call to Huo Weiting's office.