"Alright," said Lu Ziheng, who had been quiet, "let's not tease Xiao'an anymore."
Feng Chen'an looked at him, feeling so moved, "Third brother, you're the best."
The next second.
"Just wait and drink the wedding toast."
Feng Chen'an again: "..."
"Hahahahaha." The room erupted in laughter!
"Knock knock knock."
Another round of knocking sounded, and Feng Chen'an felt relieved and quickly said, "Come in."
A young nurse walked in, with a baby face. As soon as she saw several men standing or sitting in the wards, all tall and handsome, her little round face turned "whoosh" red, and she stammered, "Director Feng, I'm here to take, take the patient's temperature."
Feng Chen'an nodded, "Go ahead."
The little nurse went to the bedside, her face blushing, shook the thermometer in the air twice, and then handed it to Yan Nansheng, "Mr. Yan."
Yan Nansheng took it casually and stuffed it under his arm without a second thought.
