Liancheng Yazhi was preparing to go to work today. When he left, he monitored Dr. Wang as he gave Rong Yan An injection to reduce her fever.
he asked dr. wang to leave, then looked down at rong yan, whose face was red from the fever, and said through gritted teeth, " " why should i? i didn't let you go. now, you're finally having a fever. you better rest well. if you're still not well by the time i come back tonight, i'll throw you out. "
Rong Yan wrinkled her nose. I'm a patient. You can't be so fierce!
Her voice was a little hoarse from the fever, and he could tell that she was not breathing well.
Liancheng Yazhi threw two words at her,"you deserve it, Yingluo."
wuwuwu, Wuwu, Wuwu. Rong Yan pretended to be sad and buried her head in the quilt.
