La la la, la la la!
Jiang Xiaorou held the water bottle, humming a little tune as she walked back. As soon as she reached the door of the hospital room, she saw this awkward scene. Shen Yancheng was lying on the bed like a big tortoise, completely motionless.
The nurse sister held a syringe in her hand, was she going to give Shen Yancheng an injection? Then why was he afraid to take off his pants? Could it be that, like Jiang Xiaorou, he was also afraid of injections?
Oh my! Shen Yancheng is afraid of injections too? Jiang Xiaorou suddenly felt like she found a long-lost brother, and she happily ran over.
"Is this for an injection?" Jiang Xiaorou placed the cup on the table.
At the moment.
She hadn't noticed the nurse's nervous expression, nor did she notice the knife hidden at the nurse's wrist. And she didn't notice that, although Shen Yancheng was lying on the bed, his whole body was alert, and his intuition told him that this nurse was no good.