Lingqian looked down at Mu Anran, a glint of dark light flashing in his eyes, "Call him over."
"Oh, okay!"
At that moment, Mu Anran's face flushed with embarrassment, unsure of how to face Lingqian.
The moment he spoke, she clambered up in a flurry and ran off as if flying.
Watching her retreating figure, Lingqian's brows furrowed, and a fine, dense sweat broke out on his forehead.
He looked down and found his left arm trembling lightly and uncontrollably.
Trying to clench his fist, the pain in his arm made him feel somewhat powerless.
"Tch," he let out a weak snort.
It seemed Dr. Shen hadn't lied to him, the side effects of that anesthetic were indeed severe.
Mu Anran, her face still flushed, arrived in the living room where Dr. Shen exclaimed loudly upon seeing her, "Little sister-in-law, why are you out here? No worries, I can wait."
"..."
Mu Anran's face grew even redder.
She looked at Dr. Shen with frustration, wondering how they could continue like this, really.