"Who the fuck told you I fell down?" Yan Nansheng's tone was full of impatience.
Looking back, Feng Chen'an saw the small bathroom floor littered with stuff, uh...
He rolled his eyes, "What are you throwing things around for? Feeling upset?"
"Who the fuck told you I'm upset?"
Feng Chen'an: "..."
Considering he was a patient, he decided it wasn't worth arguing with him.
Helping the young master to sit on the bed, Feng Chen'an asked, "It's past 10 o'clock, where are your uncle and aunt? Isn't the nanny here either? What about the nurse?"
Yan Nansheng's temper flared up again after a barrage of questions, his narrow peach-shaped eyes only showing irritation and annoyance, "If you fucking nag me one more time, get lost and stop bothering me here."
Feng Chen'an: "..."
As a doctor, he couldn't get into arguments with patients.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Chen'an went into the small bathroom and cleared up everything scattered on the floor.
