Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 1830: I Didn't Have Any Odor

"Doctor, how is he?"

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

"Live for two more days. If the concussion improves, you can be discharged," the doctor said after checking other patients.

At this moment in the hospital bed, she and Xu Bohan were left with big eyes and small eyes. Xu Bohan still had a neck brace on her neck. Her short hair was messy without washing her face.

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

"Reluctantly," An Lan vaguely put aside, "Just ... don't you have foot odor? You always smell weird when you sleep."

Xu Bohan Jun froze, "I don't."

After speaking, I felt that the problem was quite serious, and I was afraid she would not believe it, adding, "I haven't had any foot odor since childhood."

"Really," An Lan blinked.

"..."

Xu Bohan and her looked at each other for a while, and finally made themselves uncertain, "Maybe ... Maybe they didn't wash their feet last night?"

After speaking, there was a lovely red at the tip of his ears.

An Lan looked at it and smiled. "Fool you, I'll go and wash your face with water."

"I want to wash my feet," Xu Bohan added stiffly.

"I just lied to you," An Lan turned back and laughed.

"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 watched him rubbing his feet in the bucket constantly, she was really worried that he had rubbed his skin.

After taking care of Xu Han, An Lan had time to organize herself. When she brushed her teeth in the bathroom, she suddenly heard the old woman shouting, "Hey, who are you, why are you coming in with so many cameras?"

She quickly spit out her mouthwash and went to see a few reporters standing in front of Xu Bohan's bed for an interview. "Judge Xu, I'm a reporter from Xiacheng TV Station, and I want to cover the incident of the court falling yesterday."

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

But the reporters ignored his expression and scrambled to hold the microphone in front of them. His neck was injured and he couldn't move, which seemed a little helpless.

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

Her voice has always been solemn and stern in court. When reporters heard her voice, they subconsciously looked towards the source.

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

The reporters felt familiar, but they gave way automatically.

An Lan calmly walked to Xu Bohan, looking at the reporters one by one, as if he remembered 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 at any time for your current behavior," An Lan said in a word. What's the difference between murdering him and not seeing his neck hurt? Since you came to interview him, you know that he fell off the twelfth floor to save people. He is just an ordinary person, not a superman. He must have basic knowledge as a reporter. 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 is just having a concussion, and he can't be interviewed."

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