"Mr. Rong, you're here! Miss Mo, she was forcibly pushed into the operating room and she hasn't woken up yet!" The nurse rushed out of the ward and hurriedly told Rong Yan what had happened.

With his handsome brows furrowed, Rong Yan pushed away the nurse, took Luo Anning who was standing aside with one hand, and walked into the ward.

"Let me go." Luo Anning struggled.

Rong Yan turned his head and sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

As he said that, he held her weak and boneless little hands demonstratively and brought her to the bedside.

On the hospital bed, the anesthetic had not worn off yet, and Mo Xiyan was still sleeping deeply.

However, the wound had long since healed and no longer needed to be bandaged. The right hand was now wrapped in circles of gauze, with faint red blood seeping out.

Rong Yan's tone suddenly became low, and he turned his head to look at the nurse beside him: "Have you had it checked by a doctor?"

The nurse was frightened by that piercing look and was speechless on the spot: "No, no... Miss Mo was taken away, we... are in a hurry, we are in a hurry to call you, there is nothing we can do to stop her..."

"Useless trash! Why don't you get down and find a doctor!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Rong, let's go right away, right away." The nurse was so frightened that her body was shaking like chaff, and she turned around and ran to call the doctor.

"Come back." Luo Anning twisted his wrist and took the hand out of his palm.

The nurse looked at her in confusion, Rong Yan pursed her thin lips tightly, and wanted to hold her again. Luo Anning walked to the sofa first and sat down.

He said slowly: "No need to go to the doctor, Mo Xiyan is fine. Of course, her right hand will be fine too."

She naturally believed in Catherine's medical skills. When she was tortured to death by Roland in England, Catherine still snatched her back from death.

Therefore, if Catherine said that Mo Xiyan's right hand was fine, it must be fine.

"How do you know?" Rong Yan's eyes fell on her face inquiringly.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and the dark eyes were like obsidian, so bright that they could compete with the sun and the moon.

Unfortunately, Luo Anning had no intention of appreciating these, and waved to the stunned guard, "You all go down and close the door."

After receiving the order, the guards immediately retreated as if they were being pardoned, and carefully closed the door.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Luo Anning took a deep breath, adjusted her mentality, and slowly said the words that had been blocked in her heart a thousand times since last night: "Rong Yan, just the day before yesterday, my physical examination report came out."

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows, his face expressionless. Luo Anning smiled lightly, "Aren't you curious?"

"You've always been in good health." He affirmed.

He knew that as a top housekeeper, she not only had to learn a lot of knowledge that others could not imagine, but also learned self-defense techniques.

At least, it must be able to protect the owner in an emergency.

"Thank you so much for thinking so highly of my physical fitness." Luo Anning stood up and walked slowly to him. There was a clear smile on her bright and charming face, but it gave people such a desolate feeling. .

"Rong Yan, the sequelae of my miscarriage are lifelong infertility." Her voice was clear and faint, echoing in the ward.

But it was like a thunder that exploded in his ears, making his eardrums buzz.

He held her wrist tightly, with an expression of disbelief on his handsome face, and his tone was anxious and cold: "An Ning, don't joke with me. This is not funny at all!"

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