In the afternoon, Ye Fan took another leave.
At Military Hospital 411, when Lu Chengqiang saw Ye Fan arrive, he immediately jumped up from the hospital bed and threw himself into Ye Fan's arms, wailing, "Boss, you finally came! Sob, I'm so moved. If you had not come, I would have been depressed enough to kill myself!"
The next moment, Ye Fan unceremoniously kicked him away.
Pulling out two tissues from the desk, Ye Fan wiped the liquid that had smeared his clothes while scowling, "How dare you dirty my clothes with your snot and saliva; you're really courting death! Do you know how much this outfit cost me? Almost five hundred yuan! Five hundred yuan, not fifty, and certainly not five. Can you afford to compensate?"
"Heh, boss, you've wronged me. That wasn't snot and saliva but tears of excitement, which are very precious," Lu Chengqiang smirked sleazily.
"Bullshit! Are your tears gelatinous?" Ye Fan laughed and scolded, "Also, I don't roll that way!"