"Angry?" Fu Yi pressed down on her hand.
Jiang Nuan suppressed her displeasure, "Director Fu, could you please cooperate with my work?"
He wouldn't cooperate yet insisted on having her stay to check if his wound had scabbed. Isn't that crazy?
Seeing her face tight without a hint of smile, Fu Yi sighed, "I knew you were angry."
Jiang Nuan angrily shook off his hand and stood aside, "If you don't want an examination, fine. Don't waste my time; other injured are waiting for me in surgery. I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself."
"Nuannuan." Fu Yi called her.
Jiang Nuan originally didn't want to pay him any mind, but her feet seemed disobedient, stopping unconsciously. Annoyed and irritated, she turned back, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you want to fart, fart!"
If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you want to fart, fart!
