Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Uncle Wang glanced at the people on the hospital bed, lowered his head and flipped through the medical records in his hand, "Heart failure caused by palpitations is originally a minor problem, but Xiaoyan has a medical history of this kind of disease. He is weak and has a heavy heart load. It would cause a coma."

"Palpitations?"

"Yes, there are many causes of heart palpitations. I did a full set of examinations on him to rule out pathological causes. It is probably caused by emotions." Uncle Wang explained.

Lin Litian frowned, his eyes heavy.

"However, the situation has stabilized now. I will stay in the hospital for observation for two days. If nothing happens, I can go home."

Hearing the words that the situation has stabilized, Lin Litian calmed down, and looked back at Song Yan. The person on the bed was lying quietly, the blood on his lips had faded, and his face was much less convincing than a pure white pillow.

"Xiao Yan had an operation when he was a child, and his cardiovascular system is weaker than ordinary people. Normal heart palpitations can kill him. If this happens a second time, he may not be so lucky. You usually watch Give him a little." Uncle Wang, who is over half a century old, babbled like an old father,

"Okay, I see." Lin Litian nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Xiaoyan can be regarded as the one I look up to, so you don't need to tell me this." The old father, Uncle Wang, closed the medical record book and sighed, "I guess it won't take long for you to wake up. You are here with me, and I still have it in my hand." There are other patients, go to work first."

After a few more words of advice, Uncle Wang left the ward, Lin Litian got up and helped Song Yan tuck the quilt up, put his exposed hands into his own, and sat back on the chair again.

The other hand was dripping. Song Yan was thin and had obvious blood vessels on the back of his hand, which was red because of the needle.

The mobile phone on the side kept ringing because of new messages. After answering the phone in the morning, he directly interrupted the half-way meeting, and canceled all the itinerary for the next few days, and rushed back to Beijing. After processing, the partners and employees who are confused about the situation still rely on him to take charge of the overall situation.

He turned his mobile phone to silent, ignored it, just sat on the chair, silently waiting for someone to wake up.

This is what Secretary Huang saw when he opened the door. He stepped lightly, put the packed dinner in his hand on the bedside table, and reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Let's eat lunch, and have a little dinner."

"Have you notified Director Song of today's matter?" Lin Litian did not let go of Song Yan's hand, and turned his head slightly to glance at the visitor.

"No." Secretary Huang was a little embarrassed, "President Xiao Song was sober for a while, so let me not tell Chairman Song and his wife."

In fact, Mr. Song also told him not to look for Mr. Lin. This was the first time he had disobeyed Mr. Song's wishes after working in Songwang for so many years.

Although he doesn't know what the relationship between Mr. Song and Mr. Lin is now, he believes that the first person Mr. Song wants to see after waking up must be Mr. Lin.

He finally figured out what his boss was thinking, and hoped that Mr. Song would not deduct too much wages after he woke up.

Lin Litian nodded, and said: "Just do what he says, and help him keep an eye on the company's affairs these two days."

"It should be." Secretary Huang stood aside, took a peek at Lin Litian, who had focused eyes, and replied in a business-like tone as much as possible.

Lin Litian changed his voice, "Uncle Wang said that Song Yan's palpitations were caused by mood swings, and then caused heart failure. What happened to him in the morning?"

Speaking of this, the scene before Song Yan fell into a coma in the morning flashed through Secretary Huang's mind, "In the morning, I accompanied President Xiao Song to inspect the branch, and there was a car accident on the way."

car accident?

Lin Litian was stunned for a moment, lifted a piece of quilt with his hands, glanced over the skin not covered by the hospital gown, and then fell back on Song Yan's face.

Apart from being morbidly emaciated, there were no external injuries.

Seeing this, Secretary Huang knew that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "It wasn't Mr. Song who had the accident, we just had a car accident by chance."

In the morning, he still drove the car, and took President Xiao Song to the branch office. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got off the car at the door of the branch office, he saw with his own eyes a pedestrian who was hit by a speeding car and flew to the ground and fell in front of them.

Mr. Song, who was originally normal, looked at the person who was knocked down, and stood still. He thought that Mr. Song hadn't reacted. The bright red blood was spreading in front of him. He was about to block Mr. Song. , Unexpectedly, Mr. Song's hand was pressed on the position of the heart for a second, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped down.

Then passed out.

Lin Litian listened without saying a word.

Emotional swings from witnessing a car accident?

The little mute has always been a reticent and calm image in front of outsiders, and he is used to calmness. Even if he can't accept such a bloody scene for a while, he won't go into a coma.

Lin Litian thought it was not that simple, "Know Song Yan, the person who was hit?"

Secretary Huang quickly shook his head, "I don't know each other. I have checked the two parties involved in the car accident, and they have nothing to do with President Xiao Song."

Totally strangers.

"What happened to the guy who got hit?"

"..." Secretary Huang hesitated for a while. He didn't want to recall the scene in the morning at all. The picture of Naihe seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he couldn't forget it no matter how hard he tried, "He died on the spot."

There was silence in the ward for a few seconds, only the sound of drips rang at a constant speed. After a long time, Lin Litian said: "I see, you have worked hard today, you go back first, I will stay here and watch him."

Secretary Huang glanced at the dinner on the table, and had already expected the result that no one cared about it, so he left the ward without saying anything.

As time passed, the street lights outside the hospital were turned on at fixed points, Lin Litian turned on the small light in front of the bed, Song Yan seemed to feel the light falling on his face, his eyelids trembled slightly, and after getting used to it, he calmed down again Come down, just haven't woken up yet.

The mobile phone, which had been quiet for a while, vibrated again, and the word "Yu Lin" was displayed on the screen.

Although Yu Lin is very nervous and seems unreliable, he is very loyal.

After calling Lin Litian in the morning, he came to the hospital to wait. Later, after Song Yan's condition stabilized, Uncle Wang interrupted Song Yan's rest by bluffing, and drove him back on the grounds that he couldn't help here. .

Lin Litian answered the phone, and Yu Lin was the first to ask, "Brother, how is the little mute? Are you awake?"

"No." Lin Litian replied briefly.

Yu Lin asked again: "You haven't eaten dinner yet, shall I bring you some dinner?"

"No need." Lin Litian lowered his eyes, squeezed the hand he was holding, "I want to ask you something."

Seeing that the person opposite was not in a good mood, Yu Lin changed his usual and didn't talk nonsense, "What?"

"Song Yan used to...was there any shadow left by the car accident?"

"A car accident, what kind of car accident?" Yu Lin was also dumbfounded by the question, "Are you asking me? Where can I find out what you don't know?"

Lin Litian searched the memory of this body again, but found nothing.

What Yu Lin said makes sense, with Song Yan's character, there is no reason for others to know things that the original body didn't know.

"Forget it." Lin Litian didn't ask any more questions, "It's nothing."

"Didn't Uncle Wang say that the little mute is fine? Ask him when he wakes up."

"Hmm." Lin Litian said, "It's nothing to hang up."

Seeing that Yu Lin didn't know why, Lin Litian simply called out the system, "Has this happened to Song Yan before?"

The system said regretfully: [Before you crossed into the plane, only the main system and the host bound to the main system could know all the plots that happened in this plane. I only know what happened to your body before, and I don’t have permission for other . 】

Lin Litian is used to its "no authority", "That is to say, you and the main system share all the things that happened in this plane after I transmigrated?"

【Yes. 】

"Is this car accident related to Song Yan?"

The system paused for a moment, checked everything about the car accident in detail, and then answered him, [No, this car accident happened to Song Yan by accident and has nothing to do with him. 】

When Song Yan opened his eyes, he moved his hands subconsciously. Unexpectedly, there was a resistance in his hand, and it was firmly held by another person. He looked along the hand that was holding him, and saw what should have been people on business trips.

"Why did you come back?"

"woke up?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Lin Litian didn't continue the conversation with the system, stood up, let go of his hand, walked to the table, picked up the kettle and poured him a glass of water, Song Yan looked at his palm, fingertips absorbed Lin Litian's body temperature, Warm, he slowly closed his fingers into fists, resisting the emptiness of being loosened.

The liquid was warm and moisturised the dry throat, Song Yan finally felt better.

He supported the bed and sat up with difficulty. After lying down for so long, his body was limp and weak. Lin Litian supported his shoulders and added a pillow under him to make him sit more comfortably.

"I'm fine." Song Yan smiled lightly. Although he was weak, he could feel that there was nothing serious about his body, and he could recover within two days of cultivation. He even told the secretary not to contact Lin Litian when his consciousness was clear.

He needs to reconsider Secretary Huang's salary next month.

He added: "It's good to rest for a few days, I agreed to pick you up at the airport in two days."

"Take a rest for two days, and then pretend nothing happened, pick me up at the airport?" Lin Litian tightened his lips, frowned deeply, and spoke in a heavy tone.

Song Yan froze for a moment, and stopped smiling, fearing that he would be angry, and his eyes were a little bewildered.

Lin Litian sat back on the chair, the legs of the chair scratched across the floor, making a slight rattling sound.

Looking at Song Yan's weak and sleepy look, he felt that what he had said was harsh, and he wanted to take it back but couldn't, so he cursed himself secretly.

It's not like he doesn't know about the character of the little mute.

What's the fire?

He took Song Yan's hand again, Song Yan's hand was beautiful, with slender fingers, like straight bamboo, he inserted his fingers into Song Yan's fingers, clasped them tightly, and coaxed silently.

"Not next time." Seeing that he was not angry, Song Yan promised in a low voice.

"What about next time?"

Song Yanfu was in his heart, without even thinking about it, "I will contact you next time."

Lin Litian's eyebrows and eyes finally brought a smile, and after some consideration in his heart, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked: "Song Yan, why are you... afraid of a car accident?"

The moment the ending sound fell, Song Yan's back froze for a second.

This second was stretched infinitely in Song Yan's eyes.

It was a long time before he found his voice.

"Because...it hurts."

When he said this, he didn't look at Lin Litian, but looked up at the liquid medicine in the drip bottle. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and his whole body was enveloped by an invisible sadness.

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