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Chapter 763 Song Yan (2)

Lin Zhaoxia blinked, forgot the wound on her tongue, opened her mouth and said two words, "Who are you?"

But in the next second, he frowned, covered his mouth with his hands, his face turned white from the pain, and the body under the quilt couldn't help but bow slightly.

Yang Moyan's eyelids twitched, "Don't speak indiscriminately!"

It was the first time Song Yan saw Young Master Yang being so nervous.

Immediately, he became even more curious about the boy on the bed.

He smiled, with a gentle demeanor, "Hello, I'm Song Yan, Yang Moyan's life-and-death acquaintance, friend and family doctor."

He said this, but Lin Zhaoxia maintained a half-believing attitude towards those words.

A friend and a family doctor.

this.

she letter.

After all, from the words just now.

She could hear it.

The sense of familiarity in the words between the two is indeed that which can only be achieved after knowing each other for many years.

But what a life-and-death relationship...?
what is that?
You can only say that if you have lived and died together.

Did Song Yan and Yang Moyan have some common experiences, life and death?

This made Lin Zhaoxia's eyes flicker.

She felt that there was no need for Song Yan to tease and deceive her about this matter.

Then this thing is 90.00% true.

Another ten percent.

That's something else to rule out.

His eyes fell on Yang Moyan involuntarily.

The light in Lin Zhaoxia's eyes flickered.

I have always known that Yang Moyan's identity is definitely not as simple as being the chief heir of the Yang family.

Now it seems.

Indeed.

Realizing that the young man's gaze was on him, Yang Moyan's gaze fell from Song Yan's body to the young man's.

Looking at each other, he whispered, "You have a fever."

Lin Zhaoxia shrugged her shoulders invisibly, the momentary pain passed, Lin Zhaoxia let go of her hand covering her mouth, and sat up slightly with her arms propped up, her delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a somewhat disapproving expression on her face.

Yang Moyan frowned at this young man.

But he didn't forget his business, and looked directly at Song Yan.

At this time, Song Yan was taking medicine, and Yang Moyan's voice came over, "Is the cause of the fever determined?"

"The wound on the tongue is caused by inflammation," Song Yan nodded affirmatively. He was holding a needle tube with half a tube of medicine in it. He was looking at the needle tube, pushing his finger on the rod at the back, looking serious. Wen Ya with a handsome profile, "It's okay, just put a bottle of salt water on it and you'll be fine. It looks like you should have the medicine, don't stop taking the medicine."

At the same time as these words fell, Song Yan also finished the medicine, and watched the young man stretch out his hand to her, "Give it to me."

Lin Zhaoxia blinked, looked at the needle in the infusion tube in Song Yan's hand, couldn't help but trembled at the tip of her heart, and didn't move.

Song Yan was still waiting for the young man's hand to come over, but the young man didn't reach out for a long time. He glanced at the young man suspiciously, "Huh? Give it to me, and I'll put salt water on you."

Lin Zhaoxia didn't want to cooperate.

Because it has been said before.

Injections and medication are simply her nemesis.

Seeing Lin Zhaoxia not cooperating, Song Yan was at a loss, and turned to Yang Moyan for help.

Yang Moyan could only pat the young man's head behind him, coaxing in a low voice, "Be good, your fever will subside after beating, otherwise it will be uncomfortable."

If Lin Zhaoxia could talk now, she would definitely say something in a serious and forceful way: Hasn't this young master heard that no matter how good the medicine is, it doesn't have the highest immunity?
(End of this chapter)