He raised his hand high, and Sijin was so frightened that he quickly shrank his head like a turtle, closed one eye tightly, and looked at him with the other eye, his tone aggrieved and panicked: "You are not allowed to beat me, pp, my knees hurt."
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Yan Zhi asked nervously.
He had really wanted to teach her a lesson, but when he heard her complaining about her knee pain, his steely heart instantly softened to the point of being made of paste.
The raised hand came down gently and stroked her back gently.
He found that his soaked clothes were stained with hers, so he quickly unbuttoned them with one hand, took off his shirt in one go, put it on his hands, and hugged her shirtless.
Sijin was really lazy and couldn't make many clothes in a year, so he only had a few clothes to wear. He originally wanted to get rid of the wet shirt, but after thinking about it he couldn't bear to part with it, so he put it on his hand.
At this moment, his shirtless look was simply sexy and wild to the extreme.
Even though he was in such a miserable state, he was so fascinated that he almost suffocated.
"I have rheumatism."
Seeing Yan Zhen's gloomy eyes, Sijin turned gentle, feeling a bit like being reborn after a disaster. She immediately climbed up the pole, put her arms around his neck, and curled up tightly in his arms.
"Deserve it!"
Yan Zhen frowned, picked her up, glared at her fiercely, and strode out.
When walking out, he passed by the leader of the armed police force who was following him. He paused and glanced sideways: "I don't care how you explain to the superiors, that person must-"
Before he finished speaking, he was seen grabbing the gun in the hand of the leader of the Wujin Army like a sharpshooter.
Just listen, bang!
He didn't even look back and actually put the bullet into Chen Shen's head with such accuracy.
Then, while everyone was stunned, he softly uttered one word: "Death!"
Handsome enough! Cool enough! Cruel enough! That shooting technique is amazing!
How many people in this world can be as handsome as Yan Zhen, who can put their backs to the target and put bullets into the opponent's head?
He truly deserves to be the son of the King of Arms! He truly deserves to be the crown prince of the Yan family who was awarded the title of sharpshooter at the age of four!
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The president of this private hospital is not here today, and the entire hospital is as if facing a formidable enemy. Several vice presidents and attending physicians from various departments are all concentrated in the VIP suite, which is usually only open to one person.
Hey, I forgot to introduce, the director of this private hospital is the famous Jin Bai, Mr. Jin!
At this moment, a girl lived in the VIP suite that was reserved for just one person.
In the three hours since Yan Zhen came in with her in his arms, several vice-deans had shed countless cold sweats. They all wanted to invite the dean who was thousands of miles away to come back.
At this moment, the entire floor felt like a dark cloud was threatening to overwhelm the city, because there was a girl inside who was lying on the bed and kept crying out in pain.
"It hurts, it just hurts, my knees hurt, oooh, it hurts..."
Several doctors specializing in rheumatism were thrown out, and Yan Zhen stood in front of the bed with a gloomy look on his face. He was helpless and wished he could take Sijin's place in pain.
The root cause of her disease began 11 years ago. During those years, when it rained, she would sometimes lie in bed and roll in pain.
I have been undergoing treatment for several years and have consulted numerous experts, but nothing has been cured.
Looking at the moaning woman curled up on the bed, his heart ached as if he couldn't breathe. He clenched his hands tightly and his veins were pulsing.