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Song Weiyi "..." has internal injuries at this moment, and he doesn't have the courage to speak again.

Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, the doctor said even more bluntly: "Why are you still standing there? You are hugging in public, how many times do I have to remind you to listen?"

Looking at Song Weiyi's actions with disgust, he raised his eyelids and looked at Pei Yibai.

Any pot can be matched with any lid. This couple, one or two, are not reliable.

"Yes..." Song Weiwei nodded blankly and got up from Pei Yibai.

Song Weiyi felt ashamed when his eyes met those of Pei Chenyang and Zhao Mengmeng who were watching the show behind him.

How will she face Pei Chenyang in the future?

The doctor looked at Pei Yibai on the hospital bed, and said coldly: "How do you feel now?"

"It's okay." Pei Yibai took a deep breath and replied lightly.

"Hmph, young man, you must be restrained in everything you do. If you want your life, give me a good rest recently, or you will cry later."

What the doctor said is work, pay attention to the balance between work and rest.

But what Pei Yibai understood was because he and Song Weiwei's posture just now needed to be restrained, and Jun's face darkened faintly after hearing the doctor's words.

"If there is no problem, I will go out first."

There was a moment of silence in the ward, and only after the door slammed shut with a "creak" outside did several people regain their senses.

Pei Chenyang first burst out laughing uncontrollably, leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach, unable to straighten his back.

"Nephew, you have to combine work and rest, otherwise you are young and your body will not be able to bear it." Pei Chenyang was happy, and the past few days after returning to China have been the most amusing today.

Zhao Mengmeng also winked at Song Weiyi, but the difference was that she only dared to mess with Song Weiyi, not in front of Pei Yibai.

The actions of the two made the depression on Pei Yibai's body even more intense.

"It's funny?" Pei Yibai asked coldly.

Zhao Mengmeng's smile froze, and she stepped back obediently, not daring to sprinkle salt on Pei Yibai's wound.

"Eldest nephew, you just woke up, so angry, it's not good for your health." Pei Chenyang walked over and patted Pei Yibai's shoulder.

"Get lost." Pei Yibai shook off the hand on his shoulder in disgust.

"Oh, my nephew, don't react so strongly, am I worried about you?"

"Haven't seen enough? Do you want to leave voluntarily, or should I ask you to leave?" Pei Yi asked blankly.

Saying that, he lifted the white quilt, stretched his long legs, and got out of bed.

Seeing this, Song Weiyi didn't care about being afraid, and trotted over to hold his wrist, "Why are you getting out of bed? Aren't you still sick?"

Although the fever has subsided, it must still be very uncomfortable, Song Weiyi thought with great certainty.

"I'm fine." Pei Yibai's forehead twitched.

"Let me just say, what could be the matter? If my niece and daughter-in-law hadn't made such a big fuss, I guess I wouldn't even need that Laoshizi's fever-reducing medicine, and I'd be alive and kicking right now."

"Pei Chenyang!" Pei Yibai read out the three words word by word, his cold eyes were about to change into sharp ones and flew towards Pei Chenyang.

He even called out the three words Pei Chenyang, which shows how angry this man is.

"All right, all right, we are big light bulbs, so we won't bother you and your husband."

Pei Chenyang dropped a word rather sadly, grabbed Zhao Mengmeng's hand and walked out.

"Little beauty, let's go back first, the lights here are already bright enough."