Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 488 President Bingshan (6)

Under Qin Muhan's gaze, An Wan held the knife with one hand and cut her index finger severely.

Immediately, the skin and flesh separated, and dazzling bright red blood flowed out.

Seeing this scene, Qin Muhan frowned, and grabbed An Wan's hand holding the knife to stop her from continuing to harm herself.

"What are you doing?" Qin Muhan said in a deep voice.

An Wan stretched out her hand to his mouth with a disapproving expression: "Drink."

"?"

Qin Muhan looked at An Wan in confusion.

"I grew up eating all kinds of medicinal herbs. My body is much stronger than others. Naturally, my blood is also useful."

Qin Muhan pursed his thin lips tightly, turned his head slightly, and avoided An Wan's bloody fingers with his thin lips.

An Wan: "..."

An Wan threw the small golden knife into her golden medicine box, reached out and pinched Qin Muhan's chin, and turned his head around forcefully.

"What do you dislike?"

"You think I rarely feed you my blood?"

"Do you know how painful that knife I just cut?"

"Do you know how many people come to me with bank cards and beg me to cut you down?"

"Believe it or not, if you are lucky enough to drink a sip every day, your legs will be able to stand up in a year!"

"Believe it or not, those supplements like ginseng, deer antler, bird's nest and snow lotus are not as effective as one-tenth of my blood..."

As soon as An Wan finished speaking, she felt her fingertips itching.

When she looked down, she found that Qin Muhan had already sucked her hand.

Seeing this scene, An Wan finally put away the dissatisfaction on her face.

But, in less than a second, her hand was free again.

Qin Muhan bent down and took out the band-aid and disinfectant from her golden medicine box, and simply disinfected her, then put the band-aid on.

"Why don't you smoke...?"

Looking at the bandaged index finger, An Wan frowned and asked Qin Muhan.

"I've had it." Qin Muhan said expressionlessly.

"Where did you drink it? You obviously just swallowed the few drops of blood that overflowed from my wound..."

Qin Muhan didn't respond to An Wan anymore, but controlled the wheelchair to stay away from An Wan and came to his bedside.

"Zhang Cheng, see off the guests." Qin Muhan struggled to sit on the bed from the wheelchair, and called out to the life assistant at the door indifferently.

Seeing how difficult it was for Qin Muhan to get up and move, Anwan wanted to reach out and hug him...

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stretched out her hand, it was firmly grasped by a long and slender hand with well-defined bones.

Looking up, he saw Qin Muhan looking at her coldly.

"I'm carrying you to bed." An Wan explained.

"No need." Qin Muhan said in a cold tone.

"Why is your kindness not rewarded?" An Wan said with a look of disgust.

"You think I'd like to hug you?"

Saying that, An Wan vigorously broke free from Qin Muhan's hand, turned around, packed her gold medicine box, and left Qin Muhan's room.

Outside.

As soon as An Wan appeared, Su Yan at the side blocked her way.

"Doctor An, can we talk?"

Seeing Su Yan's movements, the life assistant at the side quickly stepped forward to block An Wan's body.

"Miss Su, Dr. An is a distinguished guest invited by Young Master Qin." The special assistant reminded.

"I don't do anything, I just care about Mu Han's body, and I want to have a brief chat with Dr. An." Su Yan explained.

"His leg is broken and disabled, and he will never stand up again in this life." An Wan walked out from behind the special assistant.

"I do not believe!"

Almost as soon as An Wan finished speaking, Su Yan's sharp retort followed.

(End of this chapter)