Is 298 swaying like this?

The hospital was already swarming with journalists, even outside An Yang's hospital room where the media had set up tripods.

The little bastard seemed to thoroughly enjoy being the center of attention, as if possessed by a drama queen, showing no fear of the cameras.

An Yang had grown up enveloped in deception and indulged by An Lan, so he had never really suffered a true beating by society. Evading debts was hardly worth mentioning since, from beginning to end, they were the bad fruits of his own doing.

At six thirty, An Zijun also entered An Yang's ward after finishing a surgical operation, seeing the little bastard still joking with the media present. He reminded An Yang to rest more and try not to speak much, in fact, he was afraid An Yang would show his weaknesses.

At that moment, there was a commotion in the hospital corridor outside.

The medical staff immediately reminded the journalists that this was a public place and urged them to control their volume.