A burst of angry voices echoed deafeningly, and at the same time, outside the office, Lan Xinru, who was listening with a smile and hurried over, hesitated and stopped in her tracks.
"Wow, it turns out my future sister-in-law has a fiery temper, really likable."
Standing at the door, she muttered to herself and then pushed the door open.
As soon as she walked in, the director was the first to speak: "Doctor Lan, shouldn't you be in the ward?"
Lan Xinru waved her hand nonchalantly: "I'm fine."
Then with a sharp gaze, she scanned the various expressions on everyone's faces and came to the bedside, "How is it?"
Lin Mubai was in so much pain by this point that his face was pale and he couldn't speak, so An Nan hurriedly answered for him: "We were watching a movie this afternoon, and suddenly he had a stomach ache."
"What did you finally eat?" Lan Xinru asked while pressing on Lin Mubai's stomach.
