The doctor's hands cover the sky, and the male gods can't stand high

Chapter 11 Don't Want Her to Be Disturbed
"With your eldest son, the divine doctor, Xiao Jiang will definitely recover soon."

Mo Qingxuan chuckled, as if he was in a happy mood because of his compliment, his eyes were smudged with a smile, he picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip, and said unhurriedly: "In order not to waste the divine doctor's hand, In order to let Luaner recover quickly and return to work at the police station. During this time, I don’t want her to be disturbed by anyone. Director Li doesn’t need to send people to visit for three to five days, especially Li Ruiqing and Shi Mingyang.”

Mo Qingxuan couldn't have said this more directly. For a person like Li Lianbin, he must be direct when he should.

He believed that Li Lianbin would be able to guess the reason after hearing him name his daughter and Shi Mingyang.

Jiang Luan looked at the two 'bodyguards' standing in front of her with cold eyes, suppressing the anger in her heart, and asked in a deep voice, "Who made you stand here?"

"We are here to protect Miss Jiang under the order of the eldest son."

One of them replied respectfully, with a tall body standing in front of her, preventing her from leaving.

Jiang Luan smiled coldly, she was planning to go out at night, but when she opened the door, there were two bodyguards standing outside.

That person was because Shi Mingyang came in the afternoon, or he was afraid that she would investigate where her mother was, or maybe there were both reasons.

"Get out of your way!"

Jiang Luan let out a low cry. Although her wounds were not healed, she did not dare to fight them, but the cold demeanor in her eyes shocked the two bodyguards.

"Miss Jiang, are you recovering from your injury, you'd better go back to your room and rest!"

Jiang Luan looked at the two pillars in front of him and wondered how to get out, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of a handsome man coming out of the elevator a few meters away.

The anger in Jiang Luan's heart soared the moment he saw Mo Qingxuan, he gave him a hard look, cursed again, retreated to the ward, and slammed the door hard.

In the corridor, Mo Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and when he heard the door slamming, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his steps were calm and unaffected.

"Eldest son..."

The two bodyguards retreated to stand at the door of the ward. Mo Qingxuan stopped the man's words with a look. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the ward. Slightly deeper, stepping in.

As he paced forward, the air breathed in by Jiang Luan's nose was replaced by a clear and masculine breath, her brows were slightly frowned, and her red lips were pursed even tighter.

"Aren't you going out, why are you pretending to be asleep again?"

Above her head, the man's voice was full of sarcasm and laziness, and the sight that landed on her was deep and gloomy.

Jiang Luan pursed her lips tightly, her face was gloomy.

Seeing that she was silent, Mo Qingxuan narrowed his deep eyes and stared at her angry little face.This appearance was so familiar that it made the softest part of his heart tense up.

In the past four years, the clearest part in his memory is that every time he bullied her, she was angry and annoyed, but she acted like he was helpless.

He thought that he would never see her again. After four years, his heart gradually became silent.

However, he never dreamed that when he decided to marry Xiaolu and take care of her mother and sister for the rest of his life, she would come back.

Mo Qingxuan pursed his thin lips into a straight line, stared deeply at her, unconsciously a trace of tenderness leaked from the depths of his eyes, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his big palm with well-defined bones towards her cheek.

When he touched her cheek with his fingertips, Jiang Luan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he was about to jump up from the bed reflexively, but he was injured, and as soon as he moved, the wound was immediately involved, his face turned pale with pain, and his eyes glared angrily. A man sitting on the edge of a bed.

Mo Qingxuan's eyes sank, his big hands clasped her shoulders, and his voice was gloomy and domineering: "If you don't want to stay in the hospital for the rest of your life, just be honest!"

(End of this chapter)