Yan Xianjue said speechlessly, "You still think it was short, that old man of the Ji Household is about to be driven crazy of anger."
The Ji Household's family doctor: "..."
Can you wait until we get out of here to say things like that? They tried hard to shrink into the corner, reducing their own sense of presence.
Yan Xianjue knew they were just working stiffs, after all.
There was no need to make things difficult for them.
Yan Xianjue pointed at the infusion bag above that was almost empty: "Are you pretty much done with the IV?"
"Uh..." The family doctor hesitated a bit.
Actually, they felt it was pretty much done too, but weren't they afraid that overbearing President Zhou would suddenly make a return and feel that they hadn't taken good care of him!
Was it easy for them to just do a job!
Yan Xianjue lowered his face: "Done is done, not done is not done, is it that hard to answer?"
Zhou Ye, on the other hand, was all smiles and very easygoing: "Just help me pull it out since it's about done, someone's taking care of me now, you guys can go back."
The family doctor looked left and right, exchanging glances with each other.
In the end, they still stepped forward and pulled the needle out for him.
After the family doctors all left, Zhou Ye let out a long sigh of relief.
He complained, "Good thing you came, I said so many times just now, but they wouldn't leave."
Yan Xianjue sat casually on the sofa.
He said matter-of-factly, "They didn't dare leave you here all by yourself."
Yan Xianjue had deliberately put on a cold face to scare people away just now, but now he turned around and spoke