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

He still had an infusion needle hanging from the back of his hand, and he clenched his fists hard in anger.

"Lian Bixiu, I think you're completely crazy. We don't have anything to do with her anymore, and you're embarrassed to say that?

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

In terms of nurturing grace, you have paid much more to Wen Zhiyuan than her, what about your good daughter?

Have you seen her face when you went to the imperial capital? Where is she now, but you told me?"

Yan Jun mentioned Wen Zhiyuan and successfully made Ms. Lian shut up.

Her momentum also died down in an instant.

Ms. Lian sat at the end of the bed angrily, she glared at Yan Jun, her eyes gradually turned red, "I don't care, anyway, the press conference is over, and now the whole world knows who Yan Shiqi is."

It's useless for you to complain about me, this time I'm just going to force her to come forward, and she should show us no matter what.

As for Nannan, she must have a hard time, you don't compare her with Yan Shiqi, that is my biological daughter, and it is also yours. Yan Jun, don't be intimate!"

It doesn't make sense!

Yan Jun put his arm on the door of his head with a tired face, he closed his eyes with a heavy expression, and after a few seconds, he moved his wrist for infusion, stinging inexplicably.

He raised his arm to take a look, only to realize that the infusion needle had shifted its position due to the position of his fist, and now the entire back of his hand was swollen.

Even Bixiu's expression was not angry, and she was stunned when she saw his movements, she stood up with a shout, opened the door and was about to run to call the doctor.

Even though they often argued, she ...... I'm still worried about an accident in the Yan Army.

In this world, the only one who can tolerate her meanness and temperament is Yan Jun.

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

So, he can't be fine.

Lian Bixiu ran out with arrows, and only then did she open the door, and she bumped into the doctor who heard the news.

The chief doctor was a man over fifty years old, and he asked the nurse to disperse the lively patients outside the door, and when he walked into the ward, he saw Lian Bixiu with a panicked look.

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

Before he finished speaking, the chief doctor's face was full of anger, "When are you going to make trouble? This is the hospital, not your living room."

Aren't you annoyed by the daily quarrels? Other patients have complained several times, so if you continue to toss like this, you should be discharged as soon as possible. ”

Ms. Lian knew that she was at a loss, so she stood aside and remained silent.

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

In the three-person ward, the couple was heard arguing every day.

In the oncology department, they are all patients with cancer, and they are all seriously ill, why don't they know to accommodate each other?!

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

He snorted, paced to the hospital bed, looked at the back of Yan Jun's hand, and pulled out the infusion needle, "Let the nurse apply it to you later, and then continue the infusion when the swelling has subsided." ”

Yan Jun nodded dejectedly, "I'm in trouble." ”

"It doesn't matter if you trouble me, but you shouldn't make a noise to other patients, you see that uncle, everyone is seventy-three years old.

Now you have to hide outside the door because of the quarrel between your husband and wife, and everyone is uncomfortable during chemotherapy. ”