Chapter 1100

Ms. Lian's natural tone made Yan Jun furious.

There was an infusion needle hanging on the back of his hand, which made him clench his fist in anger.

"Lian Bixiu, I think you are completely crazy. We have nothing to do with her any more. Do you mean to say that?

Don't you know why we will go bankrupt? Besides, who did we give our money to? Don't you forget?

In terms of nurturing grace, you pay much more to Wen Zhiyuan than she does. What about your good daughter?

Did you see her when you went to the imperial capital? Where is she now, you tell me? "

Yan Jun mentions Wen Zhiyuan and successfully makes Ms. Lian shut up.

Her momentum also instantly subsided.

Even lady angrily sitting at the end of the bed, she glared at Yan Jun, eyes gradually red, "I don't care, anyway, the press conference is over, now the world knows who Yan Shiqi is.

It's no use complaining about me. This time I just want to force her to come forward. No matter what, she should show us.

As for the girl, she must have some difficulties. You should not compare her with Yan Shiqi. That's my own daughter and yours. Yan Jun, don't be close to each other! "

It doesn't make sense!

Inkstone army a face decadent tired of the arm bent on the forehead, his expression heavy closed his eyes, a few seconds later moved the wrist infusion, inexplicable tingling.

He raised his arm and took a look. It was only then that he found that the infusion needle had shifted because of his clenching posture. Now the back of his hand was swollen.

Even Bixiu didn't look angry. She was shocked to see his action. She stood up and opened the door to call the doctor.

Even though they often quarrel, she is still worried about the accident of Yanjun.

In this world, only Yan Jun can tolerate her unkindness and temperament.

What's more, the broken inkstone family is waiting for him to make a comeback.

So, he can't do anything.

Lian Bixiu darts out, then opens the door, and bumps into the doctor.

The chief doctor is a man over 50 years old. He asked the nurse to disperse the busy patients outside the door. When he entered the ward, he saw Lian Bixiu's face in panic.

"Doctor, take a look at his hand..."

Before his words were heard, the chief doctor was angry, "when are you going to make trouble? This is a hospital, not your living room.

Don't you get tired of quarreling every day? Other patients have complained several times. If you do this again, leave the hospital as soon as possible. "

Ms. Lian knew she was wrong and stood aside.

The two patients in the same ward stood at the door and pointed at them.

In the ward between the three people, I heard their husband and wife quarreling all the time every day.

Oncology, are cancer patients, have been suffering from severe, how do not know mutual accommodation?!

At this time, the chief doctor glared at Lian Bixiu.

He snorted, walked to the hospital bed, looked at the back of Yan Jun's hand, and pulled out the infusion needle, "I'll ask the nurse to apply it for you, and then continue the infusion after the swelling is reduced."

Yan Jun dejected nodded, "trouble."

"Please don't worry about me, but you shouldn't disturb other patients. Look at that old man, he is 73 years old.

Now you have to hide out of the door because of the quarrel between your husband and wife. Everyone is not comfortable during chemotherapy. How about heart to heart? "