Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

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After the doctor finished the examination, An Lan asked, "When can I be discharged?"

"Let's stay for another two days. If the concussion situation improves, you can be discharged," the doctor said, and then went to examine other patients.

At this time, she and Xu Bohan were left with big eyes, and Xu Bohan still had a neck brace on her neck. Her short hair was messy, and she didn't wash her face. An Lan looked at it and smiled.

Xu Bohan also smiled, "How did you sleep last night?"

"Reluctantly," An Lan looked away vaguely. "That's... do you have smelly feet, and you always smell weird when you sleep."

Xu Bohan's face stiffened, "I don't have one."

After talking, I felt that the problem was quite serious, and I was afraid that she would not believe it. I added, "I haven't had any foot odor since I was a child."

"Really," An Lan blinked and blinked.

"..."

Xu Bohan and her stared at each other for a while, and finally made themselves unsure, "That might be...maybe they didn't wash their feet last night?"

After talking, a lovely red appeared at the tip of his ear.

An Lan smiled when she looked at it, "I lied to you, I will pour water to wash your face."

"I'm going to wash my feet," Xu Bohan added daringly.

"I just lied to you," An Lan looked back funny.

"I know, I want to wash my feet," Xu Bohan repeated stubbornly.

An Lan didn't expect him to care so much, but still poured him foot washing water, and when she watched him rubbing his feet in the bucket, she was really worried that he had rubbed his skin.

After taking care of Xu Bohan, An Lan had time to organize herself. While brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she suddenly heard the old lady shouting, "Ah, what are you guys doing with so many cameras?"

She spit out mouthwash quickly and saw several reporters standing in front of Xu Bohan's bed for an interview. "Judge Xu, I'm a reporter from Xiacheng TV Station. I want to interview the court's fall yesterday."

Xu Bohan leaned on the pillow, Yingying's eyebrows were wrinkled tightly because of the arrival of these people.

But the reporters ignored his expression and scrambled to raise the microphone in front of them. He couldn't move because of a neck injury, and he seemed helpless.

"As journalists, you seem to lack common sense," An Lan's voice came abruptly from behind the reporter.

Her voice has always been solemn and fierce in the courtroom. When the reporters heard her voice, she looked subconsciously towards the sound source.

The woman behind was wearing a soft pink jacket, her hair spread over her shoulders, and her eyes were sharp.

The reporters felt a little familiar, but they still made way for themselves.

An Lan walked leisurely to Xu Bohan, gazing at the reporter in front of him, as if remembering everyone's face instantly.

"I don't care how you interviewed before, but I can take a lesson with you today, I can call the police any time you are doing," An Lan said one by one, "Your behavior that bothers patients and is indirect What's the difference in murdering him? Didn't you see that his neck was hurt? Since you came to interview him, you know that he fell from the twelfth floor to save people. He is just an ordinary person, not a superman. Conscience and morality."

The reporters were hot on her face, but there was also a middle-aged man who was not convinced. "We have inquired. He just had a concussion, and it was not impossible to accept the interview."