Chapter 46

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"I see. When I see Cheng Deqing, I will try my best to help you talk."

Song Xi put down these words, turned around and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, George Sheng said, "Are you going to see Cheng Deqing directly?"

Song Xi raised his eyes and looked at him, revealing in his eyes: otherwise?

George Sheng met her eyes, and after a few seconds, he suddenly asked, "How is your waist?"

Song Xi was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, she just wanted to say it's okay, but before she could say it, she suddenly understood what he meant.

Ten minutes later, Wang Qingbin appeared under the small building by car, Yuan Bao was waiting at the door, the car door opened, and not only Wang Qingbin got out, but also a man carrying a medicine box.

The two hurried inside, Wang Qingbin looked at Yuan Bao and asked, "Is Miss Song's waist serious again?"

Yuan Bao responded, "Please go up and have a look at the doctor."

The three of them went upstairs together, Yuan Bao knocked on the door of the master bedroom, and when George Sheng said 'come in', the three of them dared to open the door and walk in.

Before seeing anyone, I heard George Sheng's soft voice, "Don't cry, the doctor will be here soon, let someone take a look at you."

While talking, the three of them turned around the side wall and looked up.

On the side of the big bed, Song Xi was lying there with an air-conditioning blanket covering her body, and George Sheng was sitting beside her, frowning slightly, with worried eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Qingbin hurriedly said, "Mr. Qiao, the doctor has brought it."

George Sheng got up from the bed, his brows were still serious, and he said, "Brother Wang, please."

Wang Qingbin quickly replied: "No trouble, let the doctor take a look at Miss Song first, if it is serious, send it to the hospital immediately, the car is below."

George Sheng gave an 'hmm', and the doctor had already come to the bedside, put down the medicine box, and said politely, "Miss Song, let me check it for you."

Song Xi's face was buried between her arms, and no one could see the expression on her face. They could only say in a painful voice, "Okay."

The doctor lifted the air-conditioning blanket and pressed Song Xi's waist with his hand, "Does it hurt here?"

"pain."

"What about here?"

"Um."

Song Xi's pain was not fake, it was real pain. During the process of discussing the cause with the doctor, she naturally didn't mention the fact that she slept on the sofa last night, but she was also aware of her old waist, occupational diseases, and the daily workload. Big, standing for too long, doctors more or less have problems with the spine and shoulders.

Discussions among peers were even more concise, and the doctor also concluded that Song Xi was a relapse of an old disease, and there was no good way to treat it, because the disease had accumulated over the years, and the pain was so severe that he could only prescribe two painkillers.

"Ms. Song's low back pain is quite serious. If you can rest as much as you can without walking these two days, it would be even better if someone around you can massage. Effective massage can also relieve low back pain."

The doctor looked at George Sheng and said, after all, his woman, the doctor is a man, so he dare not give Song Xi a massage in front of George Sheng.

Sure enough, George Sheng said, "I'll massage her. If you need to pay attention, please tell me."

The doctor said that Song Xi could not sleep on a bed that was too soft, and could not stretch or exercise vigorously.

While listening, George Sheng helped Song Xi cover the blanket, rubbing her waist with his big hands through the blanket.

Such a scene falls in the eyes of caring people, it is naturally that George Sheng loves Song Xi so much.

Yuan Bao sent Wang Qingbin and the doctor downstairs, and at the same time as the door closed, George Sheng's hand left Song Xi's waist, got up and walked to the side, he really clearly distinguished between acting and reality.

Song Xi raised his face from his arms, turned his head to find his person, and asked aloud, "Will Cheng Deqing come?"

George Sheng said lukewarmly: "That depends on how many catties you have."

Song Xi turned his eyes away and got down on the ground again.

According to her opinion, she is a junior, so of course she should go to find Cheng Deqing in person, but what George Sheng said is unreasonable, there is always a difference between taking the initiative and taking the initiative with others, and acting like this is just right You can test the weight of Song Xi in Cheng Deqing's heart. If Cheng Deqing doesn't come, even if Song Xi takes the initiative to look for it, then there will be no agreement or no agreement. So to put it bluntly, everyone is not 100% sure. Can throw a stone first, ask the way.

Song Xi lay on the bed for a while, and this position was also uncomfortable, so she slowly raised her arms, twisted her waist, and changed from lying on her stomach to lying flat.

George Sheng was sitting on the sofa a few meters away, holding the book "The Appearance of Officialdom" in his hand. The room was quiet, and the constant temperature and air conditioner was the most comfortable temperature for the human body. No matter what kind of sun was outside the glass, it would not be too hot. No one in the room.

Song Xi was a little sleepy, but couldn't sleep. She was preoccupied with things, wondering if Cheng Deqing would come, and if she really didn't come, what would she do next?

Waiting like this, the time passed by every minute and every second, almost an hour and forty minutes later, George Sheng's cell phone rang, he connected, and Song Xi heard him say: "Okay."

Just one word, hung up the phone, he got up and walked towards the bed.

Song Xi asked: "What's wrong?"

George Sheng said, "Cheng Deqing is here."

The moment Song Xi heard these words, Song Xi didn't know whether he was happy or nervous. George Sheng had already sat down beside the bed. Song Xi knew that the second scene was about to start again, so she immediately got into the mood and let go of the pain she was enduring. Write it on your face.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and Yuan Bao's voice came from outside the door: "Brother Sheng, Mr. Cheng is here."

George Sheng went to open the door in person. When Cheng Deqing turned around the corner, he saw Song Xi getting out of bed with his hands on his back. He leaned on a crutch and said, "Don't get out, lie down quickly, how about a good life?" Make it like this?"

Song Xi had to get up. A smile appeared on her slightly tired face, and she walked forward and said, "Grandpa Cheng, why are you here? I'm fine."

"It's all right. Xiao Wang told me. He said that you felt uncomfortable when you went out in the morning. Why didn't you tell me? It's not easy to see you get out of bed."

Song Xi always had a smile on his face, and tried his best to turn the serious illness into a minor one.

Yuan Bao originally wanted to move a chair for Cheng Deqing, but Song Xi refused and insisted on going to the sofa to talk. After all, Cheng Deqing is also a person who holds great power, and it is affection for her to take the initiative to see her, but she can't go too far, if she is lying down and talking to Cheng Deqing, what's the matter?

In fact, it is not difficult to see from this small detail that Song Xi is sensible, George Sheng understands, and Cheng Deqing naturally knows better.

When they got to the sofa, Song Xi asked Cheng Deqing to sit first, and she and George Sheng sat across from each other. Wang Qingbin put down a thermos, and Cheng Deqing said: "Let the kitchen hurry up and cook soup for you. Didn't the doctor say that you can only rely on your waist?" Over the years in Yanzhou, soup is what I drink the most, and it really nourishes people."

Song Xi's eyes were filled with apology and gratitude, "Grandpa Cheng, I'm so embarrassed to come to see you and cause you trouble."

Cheng Deqing put the crutch aside, patted his thigh with his hand, and replied aloud: "What are you talking about, you come to me, it's like going back to your own home, you are so distressing, you child If Dad sees you like this, don't mention how uncomfortable it will be."