High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

"Young Master Rong, you're here! Ms. Mo, she was forcibly pushed into the operating room, and she hasn't woken up yet!" The nurse rushed out of the ward and hurriedly told Rong Yan what happened.

The handsome brows were frowned, Rong Yan pushed away the nurse, took Luo An Ning who was stunned aside with one hand, and walked into the ward.

"Let me go." Luo Anning struggled.

Rong Yan turned his head and snorted coldly: "Do you think it's possible?"

As he spoke, he clasped her weak and boneless little hands in a demonstrative way, and brought her to the bedside together.

On the hospital bed, the anesthetic hadn't passed yet, and Mo Xiyan was still soundly asleep.

However, the wound had already healed and there was no need to bandage it. It was the right hand, which was wrapped in circles of gauze at this moment, and red blood streaks were faintly soaked out.

Rong Yan's tone suddenly became low, and he turned his head to look at the nurse at the side: "Have you had it checked by a doctor?"

The nurse was so frightened by the piercing look that he couldn't speak coherently on the spot: "No, no... Miss Mo was taken away, we... are in a hurry, we are in a hurry to call you, we can't stop..."

"Useless trash! Get out and find a doctor!"

"Yes, yes, Young Master Rong, let's go right away." The nurse was so frightened that she shook like chaff, turned around and was about to run to call the doctor.

"Come back." Luo Anning twisted his wrist, and the hand was pulled out of his palm.

The nurse looked at her in puzzlement, Rong Yan's thin lips were tightly pressed together, wanting to hold her again, Luo Anning went to the sofa and sat down first.

He said slowly: "There is no need to go to the doctor, Mo Xiyan is fine. Of course, her right hand will be fine too."

She naturally believed in Catherine's medical skills. She was tortured to the brink of death by Roland in England, but Catherine still snatched her back from the clutches of death.

Therefore, if Catherine said that Mo Xiyan's right hand was fine, it must be fine.

"How do you know?" Rong Yan's eyes fell on her face inquiringly.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, those dark eyes were like obsidian, so bright that they could compete with the sun and the moon.

It's a pity that Luo Anning didn't care to appreciate these things, and waved at the dumbfounded nurse, "You all go down and close the door."

When the guards received the order, they immediately retreated as if they had received an amnesty, and carefully closed the door behind them.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Luo Anning took a deep breath, adjusted her mentality, and slowly said the words that had been blocked thousands of times in her heart since last night: "Rong Yan, just the day before yesterday, my physical examination report came out."

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows, without much expression on his face, Luo Anning smiled lightly, "Aren't you curious?"

"You have always been in good health." He affirmed.

He knew that as a top housekeeper, she not only had to learn knowledge unimaginable by others, but also learned self-defense skills.

At least, it must be able to protect the master in case of an emergency.

"Thank you so much for respecting my physical fitness." Luo Anning stood up and slowly walked in front of him. There was a clear and shallow smile on her bright and charming face, but the feeling was so desolate .

"Rong Yan, the aftermath of my miscarriage is—lifelong infertility." Her voice was clear and ethereal, resounding in the ward.

But like a thunderbolt, it exploded in his ears, making the eardrums buzz.

He clasped her wrist tightly, with an expression of disbelief on his handsome face, and his tone was anxious and cold: "An Ning, don't make fun of me. This is not funny at all!"