She has become a demon, she just wants revenge, and no one can stop her.

...

The next day, when Ruan Yan went to the hospital, she only took her driver and bodyguard with her.

Wearing sunglasses and a hat, she was quietly infusing fluids in the emergency room when Ji Ziyuan came in wearing a white coat and a stethoscope.

"Are you feeling better?" Ji Ziyuan naturally touched her forehead with his hand.

Ruan Yan subconsciously turned away. Ji Ziyuan's hands froze in the air, and he was not angry. He just smiled and said, "The doctor is checking the patient's temperature. You don't need to be so nervous."

"Dr. Ji, you seem to be an authoritative doctor in internal medicine," Ruan Yan raised her head to remind, but she was wearing sunglasses, which could hide the emotions in her eyes.

"Then what you want to say is that the hospital belongs to me, and I am qualified to take care of all the patients in the hospital." Ji Ziyuan suddenly grabbed her hand and directly felt her veins.

Ruan Yan lowered his head, somewhat surprised, "Can you still feel your pulse?"

"I know a little bit about Chinese medicine, but your body is too weak." Ji Ziyuan smiled half-heartedly, "Isn't your sleep good? Your menstruation is probably not accurate, and you often stay up late."

"..."

"I will prescribe Chinese medicine for you for seven days later, one dose every day to adjust your body." Ji Ziyuan frowned, "You are young now. No matter how old you are, your body may not be able to handle it. If you get sick, it will last ten days.

It will take half a month to get better."

"That's something you have to take care of. After all, I am the golden egg of your company. If I stay sick for that long, it will affect the company's income." Ruan Yan said perfunctorily.

"I'm not short of your income." Ji Ziyuan suddenly chuckled, "Ruan Yan, why do women have to live so tiringly? I really don't value your little money."

Ruan Yan didn't say a word. She wore sunglasses to cover half of her face. She couldn't see any emotion, only her slightly pink lips.

Ji Ziyuan still remembered the feeling of her kiss yesterday. He couldn't describe the feeling. He just felt like he was back when he kissed Ning Xiaoxiao for the first time. He was still thinking about it even after he went back last night.

There is a constant struggle between reason and physical instinct.

Reason told him that because of Ning Xiaoxiao, he should not have too close contact with her.

But the instinct of the body, every hair cell, wants to get her.

He thought that he might have never had her, which was why he was so sick.

"Ruan Yan, I can give you whatever you want." Ji Ziyuan reached out to take off her sunglasses.

Ruan Yan dodged away and suddenly asked: "I saw Song Rong yesterday. Is Ning Lexia also hospitalized here? Fan Yue said that she injured Ning Lexia's hand yesterday."

"Yeah." When Ji Ziyuan mentioned this, his voice was slightly cold and he seemed to be disgusted.

"I heard Fan Yue say it the day before yesterday." Ruan Yan raised her head, "Ning Lexia personally admitted in front of her that she killed Cen Jing and threw her ashes into the stinking ditch."

"Does Lin Fanyue have direct evidence?" Ji Ziyuan suddenly asked.


Chapter completed!