This Condition Was an Illness and Needed Treatment

"Young Master Ren, you said you wouldn't hold me responsible!"

After completing his blood transfusion and training arduously for months, Zuo Teng had never expected to find himself still a weakling, beaten into a dead dog by Ren Anran.

Lying on a medical bed, he looked at Ren Wuyang on the other bed and couldn't help voicing his complaint through the pain.

"That's right, I won't hold you responsible, but I never promised my sister wouldn't!"

Ren Wuyang's response made Zuo Teng feel terrible.

But when he saw the other unlucky fellow, he felt a little better.

Ren Anran had no time to pay him any attention at the moment. She was speaking softly to Zhang Xuezhou.

But Zhang Xuezhou showed no reaction on the medical bed. He simply lay there, stiff and silent, without so much as a word in response to Ren Anran.

Zuo Teng's heart leaped into his throat.

If possible, he hoped the team of specialists at the Jishi Medical Center in the Academy District could move them to another room, so he wouldn't be caught in the crossfire when Ren Anran got angry.

Looking at the stubborn Zhang Xuezhou, Zuo Teng realized this was the first time he had seen someone who wouldn't even answer Ren Anran.

He could almost see a "rage +1" notification popping up over Ren Anran's head every now and then.

"Director Wang, have you finished investigating?"

Zuo Teng pulled the intercom over and asked.

"Young Master Zuo, please wait a little longer. An investigation team has already gone to verify the facts. I believe everything will come to light very soon, and we'll take responsibility for whatever we should!"

The reply came through the intercom, leaving Zuo Teng feeling as though he might as well not have asked.

It sounded