Plundering Ling Xiaodong's Heavenly Treasures
After hearing Xiao Yaqin's request,
the young nurse stood up with the medical tray in hand and gave Xiao Yaqin a thorough once-over from head to toe with an exceedingly strange look in her eyes.
Though the nurse said nothing outwardly, she was already ranting furiously in her heart.
Oh my, you gorgeous lady.
So you finally remembered that your vegetative son is lying in there?
It has already been two and a half hours!
No matter how rich and handsome that young master is, you two couldn't possibly have gotten so carried away in the ICU, could you?
You even forgot whether your son lived or died?
This is beyond ridiculous!
Feeling the nurse's strange gaze, filled with scrutiny and hidden meaning,
Xiao Yaqin's cheeks, which had only just returned to normal, instantly reddened all the way to the base of her neck.
She was a perceptive woman herself. How could she fail to understand the unspoken implications hidden in the nurse's eyes?
This is so humiliating!
It was all Jiang Che's fault, that unreasonable little bastard. He never knew when to stop once he started tormenting someone. He was like a tireless little bull!
Seeing Xiao Yaqin's embarrassment, the nurse said nothing more.
After acknowledging her request, she picked up the newly prepared IV bag beside her and pushed the cart straight into the special care ward.
Xiao Yaqin, left where she stood, felt an indescribable awkwardness.
After all that exertion, her strength had long been severely drained, and her stomach let out a thoroughly ill-timed growl of protest.
She turned to look toward the special care ward.
She lightly pursed her dry lips, then finally asked the other staff on duty at the nurses' station where the hospital cafeteria was.
Afterward, she