Strongest Guard

When the doctors and nurses helped him carry the Trolley, Lee Nanfang regretted it.    

    

I regret that I should not have played Old Song like this.    

    

If he wasn't in a good mood, then what did it have to do with Old Song?    

    

Old Song saw a hand suddenly drop on the carriage and was shocked. It was very normal for Lee Nanfang to step on the brake. There was really no need for him to fall off the car and try to blackmail the driver.    

    

Old Song, is it easy to get up early and give away food?    

    

Those who tried to blackmail him, how unlucky would they be to be able to blackmail him?    

    

However, Lee Nanfang regretted it too late, he had already been pushed into the elevator. If he were to climb up from the Trolley and say that it was alright, and just wanted to make a joke out of it, Old Song would probably punch him in the face.    

    

Lee Nanfang usually wouldn't dodge due to his guilty conscience. If he did, he might get beaten into a panda eye.    

    

It would be such a shame if a man with a panda's eye walked on the street.    

    

For the sake of the man's face, Lee Nanfang had to continue pretending. After being rescued by the doctor, he would slowly wake up. That would be more reasonable.    

    

As for the medical expenses that Old Song would have to pay for his medical treatment, that was just a matter that could be solved with money.    

    

A problem that could be solved with money was not a problem at all. Even though Lee Nanfang was practically penniless, he could probably get rich just by making a phone call.    

    

After he made up his mind to make up for Old Song's mistake, Lee Nanfang became calmer. Lying on the Trolley with his eyes closed, he felt extremely calm and tired.    

    

Sigh, I was really sleepy after being tormented by the fake Little Policewoman and the rest for the better part of the night. Under the protection of the doctors and nurses, a good night's sleep was not bad for me.    

    

If he was lucky, he might encounter a beautiful doctor. After Lee Nanfang's heartbeat stopped, he might be able to get artificial respiration.    

    

To be able to fake his own life was definitely going to be extremely difficult for an ordinary person.    

    

However, for Lee Nanfang who had the Black Dragon's body, it was as difficult as it was for ordinary people.    

    

However, he was confident that he could make his heart beat faster and slower.    

    

It was all thanks to Auntie Xue, who forced Lee Nanfang to practice yoga back then. She said that there was a fake death-god skill in yoga, which was known to wuxia fans as the Turtle Aura Art. It was a pity that she failed to practice it when she was old, so she hoped that Lee Nanfang could fulfill her dream when she was young.    

    

Under Xue Xinghan's torment, Lee Nanfang's bullsh * tty death-like godly technique failed to be mastered, resulting in an irregular heartbeat. The only thing worth being thankful for was that he could now control his own heartbeat at will.    

    

He hadn't had a chance to use it before, but now it was finally going to work.    

    

This was probably what the common folk said, that skills don't affect the body, right?    

    

When Lee Nanfang thought of this, he was startled by the ear-piercing sound of a plate falling to the ground. Lee Nanfang nearly had his heart stopped beating due to the arrhythmia. He felt really bad about going to the underworld to taste what real regret was.    

    

Who was it that had so little sense of public conscience and made such a ruckus in an emergency room that required absolute silence that almost caused my cultivation to go berserk?    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was unhappy in his heart, secretly opened his eyes a little bit and looked at the person who knocked the plate off the table.    

    

It was indeed a female doctor.    

    

Because she wore a hat, a mask and a white gown, it was impossible to see her appearance or figure, but her eyes could be seen.    

    

Such coquettish eyes, such limpid eyes, containing such deep emotions that made my heart palpitate, they seem a little familiar, just like … like who came here?    

    

Look at my memory, it's getting worse and worse.    

    

Ai, who cares who she is, just with those eyes alone, this bro is also willing to be tossed around by her.    

    

Come on, Kam, do it to me.    

    

Squeeze my heart with those little hands in your gloves.    

    

Use the little red mouth under your mask to do artificial respiration for me.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who had a filthy mind, prayed in the dark and closed his eyes again, focusing on faking his death.    

    

"Dr. Chiang, what's wrong?"    

    

Chairman Yan turned around and saw Chiang Morann leaning on the table. Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Then, his heart moved as he asked in a low voice.    

    

Chiang Morann ignored him.    

    

No, she didn't hear what Chairman Yan said at all.    

    

All of her attention was focused on the man atop the Trolley.    

    

It was him.    

    

How could it be him?    

    

He … What happened to him?    

    

Oh, a car accident.    

    

Dead?    

    

Pushing Chairman Yan, who was once again whispering to him to ask what was wrong, Chiang Morann lifted her hand and took off the mask on her face. She walked to the Trolley in a daze and opened her mouth, but before she could say a single word, clear tears flowed out from the corner of her eyes.    

    

Seeing that Dr. Chiang violated the rules of the emergency room, he suddenly took off his mask and walked in front of the accident victim. After tears started streaming down his face, Chairman Yan and the other medical personnel suddenly thought of something.    

    

Dr. Chiang's high heels.    

    

Dr. Chiang, who had only been in the hospital for a few months, with her outstanding business skills, gentle and kind personality, had successfully entered the ranks of the flower gardens — well, these were all bullshit.    

    

In Beijing Hospital that was filled with talents, there were many female doctors and professors who were more capable than her. Their temperaments were all extremely gentle, but they did not become the flower of the hospital. The most important thing was that they did not have Dr. Chiang's fancy face and attractive body.    

    

Dr. Chiang was definitely the one with the lowest key. Only a close friend like Chairman Yan was by her side, without any berserk butterflies. She had a pair of high heels that she had never worn before.    

    

It was rumored that Dr. Chiang would only wear the pair of black and red heels after waiting for the person she liked, showing off her peerless charm as a young married woman to the world.    

    

Who was her lover?    

    

Chairman Yan, those gossipy youths, were all bitterly searching for the answer.    

    

Now, they saw the answer.    

    

The answer to that was the one lying on the Trolley.    

    

If it wasn't for him, how could Dr. Chiang, who always maintained absolute calm and rationality at work, have made the mistake of knocking the tray off, how could he have taken off his mask, and how could he have watched all this suffering with tears streaming down his face?    

    

Suddenly, Chairman Yan thought of two lines of poetry, Canghai moon pearl tears, blue field warm jade smoke.    

    

Unfortunately, Chiang Morann, who was worthy of these two lines of poetry, wasn't someone that he, Chairman Yan, could touch. When Chairman Yan thought of this, the other medical personnel also figured it out and looked towards Lee Nanfang.    

    

"Li, Nanfang."    

    

Chiang Morann's lips trembled as she finally said Lee Nanfang's name.    

    

Chiang Morann's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and was obviously sobbing and trembling. Chairman Yan and the others couldn't hear it, but the sensitive Wu Tie could hear it. He was stunned for a moment.    

    

However, even if our relationship was good, we didn't seem to have any feelings for each other, right?    

    

Aren't you and I the physical needs of the red fruit?    

    

Physical need is not love.    

    

If it wasn't love, then how could you be so excited after seeing me? Why is your whole body filled with the grief of your deceased husband?    

    

Don't tell me you're actually in love with me?    

    

Dr. Chiang, can you not be so cruel?    

    

I don't want to have another woman around me anymore.    

    

How could you not have been eaten when you were born with such a charming and enchanting body?    

    

Sigh, this doesn't seem to be scientific.    

    

Lee Nanfang sighed and thought, "If it's scientific, I will definitely kill that wolf. You dare to touch my woman? You must be tired of living."    

    

He wanted to open his eyes and ask these questions.    

    

However, the surrounding medical staff were all still as still as logs. Lee Nanfang felt a little embarrassed and could only continue playing dead.    

    

"Lee Nanfang, what happened to you?"    

    

Chiang Morann reached out her hand to touch Lee Nanfang's face. Chairman Yan then spoke, "Dr. Chiang, let's save the patient first."    

    

After seeing the man she had been thinking about day and night, Chiang Morannfang's heart was in chaos. She completely forgot that she was a doctor, that this was the emergency room, and that Lee Nanfang was a patient in need of rescue. She just wanted to touch his face and ask him what was wrong.    

    

After Chairman Yan's reminder, Chiang Morann came to her senses. When she straightened up, she wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand and ordered several medical staff to carry Lee Nanfang onto the operating table.    

    

Chiang Morann had a strong mentality. Once she suppressed Lee Nanfang's fear that he might die, she immediately regained her usual calmness.    

    

Her official position in the hospital was not as high as Jack's, but she was the attending physician on duty in the surgical wing. According to the hospital's rules, all the staff members on duty in the emergency room tonight were to be assigned by her.    

    

Therefore, without asking Chairman Yan, a few nurses brought Lee Nanfang down from the Trolley and placed him on the operating table.    

    

"Scissor."    

    

Once Chiang Morann entered the working state, her mind wouldn't be disturbed by her private affairs. Everything was done according to the standard procedure of rescuing the patients in car accidents. She first checked that Lee Nanfang's head wasn't injured, then she immediately asked for scissors from her assistant.    

    

If you want scissors, you need to cut open Lee Nanfang's clothes.    

    

It's normal for a car accident victim to be knocked out by a car, or run over by a wheel, or have his bones and tendons broken.    

    

When being carried onto the operating table, the surgeon would not strip him. He would use scissors to cut his clothes, so that he would not have to lift his arms and kick his legs to avoid further injuries.    

    

Kacha, kacha, kacha.    

    

Lee Nanfang's heart ached so much that it almost bled as he heard the sound of the scissors tearing his clothes to shreds.    

    

Acting tough, he really had to pay a heavy price.    

    

On the surface, the clothes looked unremarkable, but they were hand-made goods that Helan Xiaoxin had bought for him. Without spending a few tens of thousands, he wouldn't be able to wear them.    

    

Although when Old Song suddenly stopped, in order to act more realistic, Lee Nanfang also fell on the ground covered in sewage -- Fuck, at that time when his brain was short-circuited, he didn't realize how much his clothes were worth.    

    

Otherwise, he would have risked damaging his tens of thousands of clothes to blackmail them for a hundred yuan for breakfast.    

    

Fortunately, due to Lee Nanfang's incomparably professional porcelain colliding technique, his clothes weren't damaged when he fell. They were only dirty. After cleaning up, he could continue to wear them.    

    

But after being cut up by scissors?    

    

Was he going to find a tailor to sew it up?    

    

This act of posturing was quite a loss.    

    

Sigh.    

    

While Lee Nanfang was sighing in his heart, Chiang Morann's small hands started to move under his chest and ribs.    

    

Even with the gloves on, he could still feel the softness and comfort.    

    

He was checking to see if he had any obvious fractures.    

    

Stop touching, if you touch again, I'm going to react.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was carefully scrutinized by Chiang Morann, naturally thought of those days with her latex paint. It was also normal for him to have the physical reaction of a man.    

    

Just when Lee Nanfang was about to raise his head, his hands finally left.    

    

When he felt relieved, his small hand grabbed his belt again.