Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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Xu Jiamu frowned, and while turning to the third hospital at the intersection ahead, he asked, "Hospital?"

Song Xiangsi turned his head and looked out the car window without saying a word.

The journey was smooth, but in 20 minutes, I arrived at the Third Hospital of the City. Song Xiangsi pushed the door open, left a "thank you" in a hurry, got off the bus, and hurried towards the hospital.

Xu Jiamu looked at Song Xiangsi's figure, hesitated for a second, and finally parked the car on the side of the road, and followed him in.

Song Xiangsi went straight to the door of the operating room on the third floor of the emergency room of the hospital. A nurse wearing a pale pink nurse suit sat outside the operating room door. When she saw Song Xiangsi coming, she stood up immediately and smelled the smell of wine on Song Xiangsi's body. At that time, the caregiver frowned: "Miss Song, are you drinking?"

Song Xiangsi nodded his head and glanced at the closed operating room door: "What the **** is going on? When I came in the morning, my dad was okay and said that he could be discharged from the hospital a few days later. Fainted again at night?"

The caretaker shook his head and said the ins and outs of the matter: "At dinner, Mr. Song was still very good, and he was in a good mood. I also specially put him a movie that Miss Song played, but after watching The movie, when I was going to help him to bed-when he rested in bed, he suddenly fainted."

Song Xiangsi: "I'll just wait here. Go ahead first."

"Then Miss Song, goodbye."

Song Xiangsi lightly "huh", when the caregiver left, she leaned on the wall, slowly sat in a rest chair, stared at the word "operating" in the operating room, and started to be dumbfounded.

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Xu Jiamu heard the words of Song Xiangsi and the caregiver clearly. He stood for a while at the elevator door and walked over.

When Song Xiangsi heard footsteps, he turned his head slightly, glanced at Xu Jiamu, and turned his head back with his lips closed.

Xu Jiamu leaned against the wall opposite Song Xiangsi, staring at her slightly pale face, hesitating a little, and asked aloud: "Your father's illness is not good?"

"Huh." Song Xiangsi responded lightly and didn't speak again. The corridor was quiet. After a while, she turned around and glanced at Xu Jiamu: "I had an operation earlier, and my body was still good. , The situation suddenly worsened this year."

Xu Jiamu nodded his head lightly and didn't answer. While looking at the ground, he suddenly glanced at Song Xiangsi's ankle, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he walked over in the next second, crouching without warning In front of her, grabbed her feet.

Song Xiangsi was taken aback by his sudden action. His body flinched, lowering his head, and had no time to react. His shoes had been taken off by Xu Jiamu, and then he saw Xu Jiamu frowning and said, "Foot How did your wrist swell like this?"

Song Xiangsi lowered his head and said nothing.

"Did you twist it when you were filming in the afternoon?" Xu Jiamu asked Song Xiangsi when he stepped on the steps and fell off the platform.

Song Xiangsi remained silent.

"It's all swollen like this, so there's nothing to make the director stop shooting at that time." Xu Jiamu's tone sounded a bit displeased.

Song Xiangsi still had her head hanging down. After a while, she raised her head and smiled casually at Xu Jiamu: "What is there to say."