Chief Guardian

Chapter 300
"A wound infection will lead to coma. It has been treated, and you will be fine after a rest." The doctor walked out of the ward and said to Lei Wanjun who was standing beside him. Looking at the tall bodyguards standing behind him, the doctor hurried Back off.

Lei Wanjun looked dignified, but his beautiful face was piercingly cold, he tilted his head lightly, and flashed a cold gaze.

The bodyguard behind him hurriedly took a step back, "When we found Young Master Yan, he was already passed out on the ground." A bodyguard said respectfully.

"Where's Miss?" Lei Wanjun bent his hands as the sleeves of his suit were wrinkled. He had the same cold expression, but exuded a strong sense of anger.

"I haven't found it yet." The bodyguard's tone was slightly lower.

"President, Young Master Yan is awake." In the ward, another bodyguard came out and said.

Lei Wanjun put his hands down, his thin lips parted in an arc, in an orderly tone without any doubt. "Keep looking, we must find it."

"Yes, President." After stepping back, Lei Wanjun was left alone in the corridor, his slender eyelashes darkened his light green eyes, and a trace of worry flashed across his expression, which touched the deepest part of his heart.

What others will always see is his coldness, his anger, and they don't know it. Deep in his heart, there is a fragile thing that will break at the touch of a touch, and it involves his heart with a strong expression but is extremely fragile.

Pushing open the door, he walked into the ward. Xiyan had already sat up from the hospital bed, covering the bandaged wound with his hands, trying to stand up with some difficulty. When he saw Lei Wanjun walking in, his half-bent waist instantly slowed down. , as if not knowing whether to stand up or sit down.

As for Lei Wanjun, his heart was complicated. From childhood to adulthood, he didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to face the man in front of him. As long as he stood there, the dignity was unmatched by anyone.

"Take a rest, so as not to inflame the wound." Lei Wanjun sat down, his eyes lowered, thoughtful.

"What about her?" Xiyan also sat down, getting used to it, his habit is to follow Lei Wanjun's habit.

(End of this chapter)