After all, it's the intensive care unit. Even the medical staff, they have a prescribed time to go in.

Fu Zhiran cold face, "I am his wife, what responsibility, I bear."

No doubt tone, also moved out of her blue two little lady's identity, the nurse had to be embarrassed to open the door.

Fu Zhiran gave a stiff thanks and went into the ward. She washed her hands first, put on a mask and went to LAN Jingyan's bed. As she walked, she said to Jia Beishan, "Miss Jia, thank you for taking care of Jing Yan for me."

Without waiting for her to approach, jabeshan suddenly raised her head and said to her with a cold face, "his wound has a little infection. You don't wear sterile clothes. Go out quickly."

The tone of the command.

Fu Zhiran snorted sarcastically, "Jia Beishan, make it clear that I'm LAN Jingyan's wife. If you don't understand, I'll show you my marriage certificate another day."

Then she came to jabeshan, looked down at her and said impolitely, "my husband, I will take care of myself. Miss Jia, please come back."

Before the words were heard, a familiar old man's voice came from behind and angrily scolded her: "you are not a doctor. What can you take care of? Beishan is a military doctor. She must take care of you better than you."

Fu Zhiran's eyes flashed a touch of surprise. She turned her head, and the door of the ward opened again. At a glance, she saw the old man who had just stepped into the door of the ward. She was stunned and quickly called out: "grandfather."

Tong Laozi glanced at her coldly, but didn't answer her. His eyes fell on LAN Jingyan, who was lying on the hospital bed. His eyes showed heartache.

He doesn't plan to get close to LAN Jingyan, just looking at it from a distance.

"Grandfather." Jia Beishan suddenly got up and went to Tong Laozi. She apologized and said, "it's all my fault. Jing Yan was injured just to save me."

Her eyes were just a little red, and she didn't cry like a weak girl.

The waist is still very straight.

Looking at her self reproach, Tong reached out and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "I already know the situation. Don't blame yourself. Jing Yan will save you and prove that he is a man."

Then he turned his eyes to Fu Zhiran again, and his face became cold again. "This is the ward, or the intensive care unit. If you really care about Jing Yan, you shouldn't care about it at this time. Beishan is a military doctor. She has lived and died with Jing Yan in the army. It must be more reassuring to have her to take care of Jing Yan than you do."

He is still partial to jabeshan, very overbearing and dictatorial.

But instead, it aroused Fu Zhiran's inner pride and stubbornness. She raised her chin slightly and looked at Tong Laozi humbly. "The injury on my husband's body is due to her. I didn't investigate her responsibility. Even if I was tolerant of her, now I have to give her my husband's care. How is it possible?"

Did they overestimate her patience or underestimate her dignity?

Her attitude can't be discussed. The old boy's face sank. He glared at her eyes and asked angrily, "what's your attitude to talk to me?"

As soon as they were excited, they forgot that they were still in the ward, and their voice rose with emotion.

But Fu Zhiran was not afraid of him at all. He was cold faced and politely said to him, "this is the intensive care unit. If my grandfather is really good for Jing Yan, don't interfere with me here to take care of him."

She didn't want to argue with the old man any more. After that, she turned around.