Evil president, forced love

An Ran's heart tightened, and her footsteps stopped suddenly.

She had already vaguely felt that Tang Jun's past three years did not seem to be easy, otherwise, he would not have suffered from headaches.

"What exactly do you want to say?" An Ran stepped back, looking directly at Yan Chenxi.

To be honest, she hated the feeling of being questioned, and the person who questioned her was Tang Jun's best friend.

"I……"

"Ding ding ding..."

Before Yan Chenxi could speak, the alarm bell in Tang Jun's ward rang.

An Ran was startled, and immediately rushed in.

However, as soon as she entered the door, she heard Tang Jun's cool voice, "Do you want me to hold a tea party for you two!"

"You... your back is bleeding!"

An Ran exclaimed, and immediately lifted the thin quilt on his body, sure enough, several wounds began to ooze blood again.

Looking at his wound, An Ran's eyes had accumulated thin mist again, and she couldn't help scolding him in a low voice.

"You're not a child anymore, don't you know that your back is hurt! Still moving around, what if the wound bursts open!"

An Ran couldn't stop scolding, Tang Jun just turned his head, ignored An Ran, and didn't say any more sarcasm.

Standing by the side, Yan Chenxi saw it clearly, this was definitely the intention of Lang Youqing's concubine, and that guy Ouyang Ting was simply the world's strongest shit-stirring stick!

"Okay, An Ran, you go out first, I'll bandage the third master." Yan Chenxi stood up to smooth things over.

When An Ran heard Yan Chenxi's words, every cell in her body became vigilant, "Second Master, you...can't..."

Looking at An Ran's expression, Yan Chenxi could hardly laugh or cry, "Don't worry, I'm a doctor, not a bloodthirsty madman! It scares you!"

"Then...you must be merciful." An Ran still worried.

Doctors and nurses quickly delivered medical tools, An Ran waited outside for 10 minutes, and Yan Chenxi walked out with a relaxed expression.

"Okay." Yan Chenxi said as he took off his white coat, "Remember, don't get wet until the wound is healed!"

"Okay, I've made a note." An Ran nodded.

Suddenly, Yan Chenxi approached her again, and said mysteriously, "Also, the third master is very strong, you have to learn to control it, otherwise the wound will easily burst open, and the infection will be cured by then."

An Ran's face turned red when she heard this, and she didn't do anything other than lower her head as low as she could.

"Okay, I'm leaving. With Er Ye's recovery speed, it will take ten days and a half a month, so it's probably nothing serious!"

Yan Chenxi waved his hand towards An Ran, then strode towards the stairs.

An Ran stood there in a daze, and it took her a long time to realize that she still had something to ask!

"Second Master! Wait!" An Ran immediately chased after him.

Fortunately, at the corner of the stairs, he caught up with Yan Chenxi.

"Second Master, I want to ask you one more thing." An Ran's face was sincere.

Yan Chenxi sighed, shook his head, pretending to be profound, "Buddha said, you can't say it!"

"I want to know what the third master has experienced in the past three years?!" An Ran ignored Yan Chenxi and asked directly.