Jin Yanchen looks at Ruan Xihan tenderly, and the smile on his lips is just right. Glancing up at the nurse pushing the sickbed, several people reacted quickly and pushed Ruan Xihan toward the ward
the Dean blinked and blinked again, and his eyes fell on Jin Yanchen with some panic. Is this the cold-blooded and heartless third master he knew? Are you old enough to hallucinate
until Jin Yanchen's back disappeared around the corner, the crowd regained their sight. The Dean swallowed his saliva and turned his head to face Ye Wansheng
"Dean, why don't you say it?" Ye Wansheng's voice was lazy and blinked. He looked at the dean's eyes with some drama
"Oh, it's like this..." the dean's forehead broke out a layer of cold sweat again. He raised his hand to wipe it, and quickly restrained his look. It's not easy to deal with this one in front of you
"other wounds on the patient's body are easy to say, but the skin injury is cured after a few days. But the wound on the patient's forehead is not easy to handle, because the wound is deep, and we don't know if it will affect the brain