890. Chapter 890 Don't be afraid of his threat 356
In the end, Emperor Yan couldn't help but walked in with the hospital box. Seeing her lost look, he said coldly: "What, you don't want to give up?"
An Xia raised his eyes weakly, "Do you still want to quarrel?"
"An Xia, please be nicer. Just because I let him go now doesn't mean I will let him go. Killing him is like killing an ant. It's too easy." His tone was even colder.
"Yan Shaodi, you..." She couldn't lift it up in one breath, suddenly lost consciousness, and fell softly to the ground.
"An Xia——"
Yan Shaodi caught her quickly and regretted saying cruel words to provoke her. She just grabbed the knife with one hand. The knife was so sharp, the wound must be deep.
What a stupid woman. Did he ever ask you to save him?
He hugged her and rushed out. Lieyan had never seen Yan Shaodi so nervous about a woman, and was surprised, "Young Emperor..."
Emperor Yan growled: "If the doctor doesn't show up within one minute, kill him!"
The doctor showed up in time, quickly treated the unconscious An Xia's wound, gave him a Tetrazine injection, and then said with regret: "The wound is too deep and there is too much bleeding. Even if I recover in the future, I'm afraid there will be an ugly patch."
With the scars, my hands won’t be as flexible as before.”
Emperor Yan grabbed his collar, his handsome face covered with a thick layer of evil spirit: "Don't talk nonsense, if you can't restore her hand, you will die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards pointed their guns at the poor doctor.
The doctor's face suddenly turned pale and he was so frightened that he could not speak.
Lie Yan was even more surprised. This was the first time he saw Emperor Yan lose his mind, and it was because of a woman. If Tan Yifeng knew the news, would he treat it as a joke?
But he couldn't laugh at all, so he could only cough lightly: "Young Master Di, he is not a plastic surgeon. Now that Miss An's injury is fine, just let him go. If you are worried about her hands being ugly, please contact us."
Ake will give her a plastic surgery until she looks satisfied with you."
Emperor Yan's expression was still disgusting: "Lieyyan, you talk too much!"
Lie Yan shut up knowingly.
"Who talks too much?" Tan Yifeng's voice came from outside.
Emperor Yan frowned displeased: "Why are you here?"
"Yifeng, he doesn't seem to want us to come. Hey, why do I smell the smell of gunpowder and fierce flames here? There was a fight just now." Ake's lazy voice came. He smelled of dust, which was completely opposite to Tan Yifeng's elegance.
, but two people standing together are equally irresistible.
The flames embrace the chest coolly, silence is golden.
Yan Shaodi's face suddenly turned dark. These people were coming in and out freely. They really thought this was a public place. They had received the news and knew that Yi Zinuo had appeared.
When the doctor saw so many people suddenly appearing, his feet were shaking with fear, thinking that they were here to kill him, "Sir, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Tan Yifeng was surprised: "Young Master Emperor, do you want to kill someone? Do you want our help?"
"Don't kill me. I'm just a surgeon, not a plastic surgeon. It's useless to kill me..."
"What's wrong with him? He's so scared. What's wrong with you, doctor?" Ake's beard twitched and he looked at him in confusion.
Emperor Yan said coldly: "Shut up! Get out of here!"
The doctor crawled out and ran away. Tan Yifeng looked at his back sympathetically and said with great admiration: "I admire you for being so domineering and arrogant in Ireland."