I’m worth hundreds of millions, what’s wrong with having hundreds of millions of vests?

However, Hua Zhishan only dared to think about this outrageous idea in her heart and dared not speak it out loud.

She took a deep breath, trying to swallow the insults she directed at the stinky master.

But looking at Ye Wan's smiling face, she took another deep breath, and then another deep breath.

Seeing that he had taken several deep breaths but still couldn't speak, Ye Wan smiled and said, "Don't take deep breaths anymore. I feel like the dirty words in your heart are about to splash onto my face."

Hua Zhishan gritted her teeth and said to her viciously: "You also know that I really want to scold you now!"

Ye Wan shrugged: "Do you understand respecting teachers?"

Hearing this, Hua Zhishan sneered: "Ha! Now I just want to bully my master and destroy my ancestors!"

"Wow, our little Huahua has made great progress~" Mo Ming's annoying voice came from outside the door.

Ye Wan looked over there and saw a lot of people following Mo Ming. They were all familiar faces she had seen in the conference room during the last meeting.

At this moment, most people pursed their lips and looked like they were trying not to laugh. The few people wearing masks had no intention of hiding it and all looked at this place with curved eyebrows and eyes.

Raising his hand and patting his little apprentice on the shoulder, Ye Wan said to the crowd with a smile: "It's okay. Once a teacher, always a teacher. You have all taught me and her more or less. If she wants to betray her teacher and ancestors, you are also responsible."

After saying that, seeing the smiles on everyone's faces disappear, Ye Wan turned over and got out of bed with satisfaction, intending to wash up.

Although she had anticipated that her body would be a little out of control and was very careful in her movements, she still did not stand steadily. She felt a little dizzy from standing up suddenly and staggered.

Mo Ming quickly stepped forward and supported Shen Qingzhou before he could. "My little ancestor! What do you want to do?"

Ye Wan showed a rare shy look on her face: "I wanted to wash my face, but I didn't expect that after lying down for more than half a month, my muscles would degenerate so much and I would feel so weak..."

Hearing this, Mo Ming raised his eyebrows slightly. This shouldn't be the case. Although the muscle mass of both of them was found to have decreased during the check-up two days ago, it was not to the extent that they could not stand steadily.

There are other experimental subjects who sleep for similar hours as them, but none of them are like Ye Wan?

Ignoring Mo Ming who was lost in thought, Shen Qingzhou walked around her, raised his hand and squeezed Ye Wan's palm, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, I've been lifting weights every day recently, and I have more muscles than you. Didn't I almost fail to sit up just now?"

Seeing this, Mo Ming seemed to suddenly remember something and looked up abruptly.

Just as she expected, several bags of different medicines were still hanging on the IV stand.

She smiled awkwardly at Ye Wan: "That...it's not muscle degeneration...right...that...that...it's...you two haven't had your nutrient solution yet, and you have hypoglycemia..."

Ye Wan:?

Shen Qingzhou:?

Seeing the two people's expressions of doubt about life, Mo Ming pulled Hua Zhishan, who had already started to move towards the door, back and said, "Don't blame me for this. I wasn't here just now. Blame her!"

Facing Xing Yewan's gaze, Hua Zhishan swallowed hard and said, "You are the disciple who taught me, so bear with it for a while."

Ye Wan rolled her eyes at the two of them: "Okay, you two, stop shirking your responsibilities. Get us something to eat first."

"Okay!" Mo Ming agreed immediately, and he pulled everyone out, taking away the crowd of people blocking the door. "You two should wash up first, and we will go get ready."