Nan Yan frowned.
After being a doctor for so many years, she has seen a lot of weird things, but she was the first one to come to see a doctor because of a needle prick.
Although she didn't understand, she still asked first: "Where is the wound? Is it deep? How long has it been stabbed?"
The visitor stretched out a hand, and there was an emerald green bracelet on the thin white wrist.
Nan Yan was startled. At the same time, the moment the visitor approached, she smelled a very familiar scent of perfume.
It was a very sweet floral and fruity fragrance, with a hint of bergamot at the end, exactly the same as the perfume Lu Huaijing gave her.
Nan Yan did not check her wounds. Instead, he raised his head.
What caught her eye was indeed Song Yihuan's pretty face.
She wore very delicate makeup and looked very proud in every move.
As if seeing the coldness in Nan Yan's eyes, Song Yihuan put on red lipstick and curled her lips, and then said softly:
"What's wrong, Doctor Gu, don't you want to see me?"
When Nan Yan heard this, although he was very resistant in his heart, out of his own job, he still lowered his head and checked Song Yihuan's hand.
I saw only a small wound on the white and tender finger.
If he had come ten minutes later, he would probably have healed.
It's simply a waste of public resources.
Nan Yan's eyes flashed with cold disgust, but he still asked in a routine manner:
"It doesn't matter, it's just a small wound. How do you want to deal with it?"
When Song Yihuan heard this, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile: "Doctor Gu, you really do your duty. Don't you want to know how my hand was injured?"
"I'm a doctor, not a gossip reporter. I'm not interested at all in how your hand was injured."
Nan Yan's voice was tainted with a layer of coldness.
She could have refused the diagnosis directly, because she knew that Song Yihuan's sudden appearance must not be to see a doctor.
The last time they met, she had lost her baby.
This time, she really didn't want to see her again.
However, the white coat on her body forced her to endure it.
When Song Yihuan heard her words, the smile on her face suddenly became deeper.
She didn't care whether Nan Yan liked it or not, she just said slowly: "I recently had a whim and wanted to do some small crafts, so I learned to use needle and thread, but because I was not skilled, I hurt myself. Sister Nan Yan, look at me Is this hand really okay? Do you want a tetanus shot or something?"
Nan Yan bit her lip, even though she was upset, she could only say coldly: "If you have needs, it's not impossible."
She, Song Yihuan, was the first one who was willing to spend money to come to the hospital to seek punishment.
"Okay then!" Song Yi responded with a smile.
This expression is intriguing and a bit proud.
Although Nan Yan was annoyed, he still issued a prescription.
But at this moment, Song Yihuan said "Wait a minute."
Nan Yan frowned and looked at her impatiently.
Song Yihuan covered her lips in an exaggerated manner and said "Ah" before saying, "I'm sorry, I suddenly forgot. Can pregnant people get tetanus?"
With a "pop" sound, the pen Nan Yan was holding fell to the table.
Even wearing a mask, her face was obviously pale.
The word "pregnancy" instantly spread like a virus in the crazy Nan Yan's mind.
She bit her lip tightly, and the woman in her sight looked even more proud.
Nan Yan picked up the pen and tried her best to endure the trembling feeling.
Finally, after she calmed down, she said, "What exactly do you want to say?"
She could feel Song Yihuan's deep malice, but she was still struggling in her heart.
Because Nan Yan didn't believe that Lu Huaijing would do anything to feel sorry for her.
But reality gave Nan Yan a slap in the face.
Song Yihuan sneered and made a call directly in front of Nan Yan.
Even hands-free was turned on.
The moment the call was connected, that familiar voice came out.
"Hello."
"Ah Jing." Song Yihuan said sweetly, her eyes full of provocation.
She looked into Nan Yan's eyes harshly, but then spoke softly to the person on the other end of the phone:
"Ajing, I've been checked out at the hospital. The doctor said there's nothing serious about my health. Don't worry about me and the baby. I'll be back soon."
Lu Huaijing's voice passed through the speakerphone, and every word came into his ears very clearly:
"Okay, I understand. You should go back and rest early."
"Okay, get busy!" Song Yi happily hung up the phone.
He looked even more proud.
She looked condescendingly at Nan Yan's eyes that were gradually darkening, not to mention how proud she felt.
And from the moment Lu Huaijing answered the phone call, the light in Nan Yan's eyes was completely extinguished.
She never thought that this kind of thing would happen to her.
So, Song Yihuan...is really pregnant with Lu Huaijing's child...
This cruel news was like a bolt from the blue, shaking Nan Yan's body to the point of freezing.
She simply didn't know how to accept the news.
Even the sweetness with Lu Huaijing these days turned into an extremely ironic sharp blade at this moment.
Knife after knife, making her feel like she was being stabbed.
She resisted the urge to cry, took off her mask, and took off her white coat.
But Song Yihuan was very dissatisfied with Nan Yan's reaction.
She directly stopped her as she was about to leave, and said disdainfully: "Doctor Gu, where are you going? You haven't shown me my illness yet?"
see a doctor?
Nan Yan looked at her mockingly, with cold eyes: "Sorry, tetanus is not recommended for pregnant women. This is my doctor's advice. If Miss Song has other questions, please wait until I go to work!"
But Song Yihuan was obviously very unhappy. When she heard this, she even frowned and looked coldly:
"Gu Nanyan, haven't you figured it out yet? Ah Jing doesn't love you at all, why are you still staying by his side so shamelessly?"
"I am now pregnant with Ah Jing's child. He will never let his child wander outside!"
As Song Yihuan spoke, she hugged her shoulders, as if she were a lofty victor, showing off her power.
"Gu Nanyan, if you know what's going on, just leave on your own. Don't wait until Ajingti gets divorced. By then, you will be the biggest laughing stock!"
Ah?
Nan Yan sneered. Even though she was heartbroken, there was no hint of timidity on her pretty face.
She glanced at Song Yihuan coldly and said in a deep voice: "Miss Song, I advise you to have some basic legal knowledge. Lu Huaijing and I have not divorced yet. The child in your belly, even if it is born, can only be a child." illegitimate child."
