Chapter 1902: Why Aren’t You Acting Fragile Anymore?

The nurse was also helpless, “So what do you want then?”

Patients from traffic accidents flooded the hospital, and the surgical department was swamped. Not a single operating room was empty. All they knew was that a celebrity had arrived, but no one had seen who it was. However, the agent was causing a scene. A doctor from the department was even stopped outside the ward. The doctor was irritated, waited half a minute, then turned and left.

Sister Lai heard this and her anger was instantly ignited, “What do you mean ‘what do I want’? Didn’t I make it clear that I want Doctor Xu to come? We won’t accept anyone other than Doctor Xu!”

The nurse furrowed her brow, “Sorry, Doctor Xu is in the operating room and can’t get out for now. There are no available doctors right now, but if one is free later, they will attend to your celebrity.”

Sister Lai didn’t accept this, but no matter what she said afterward, the nurse wouldn’t respond. Sister Lai stood there for a while, the anger she released had no target, so she begrudgingly walked away.

As she turned around, she glanced toward Xu Shu’s office door as if sensing something.

Why did it feel like someone was watching her from a distance?

Nan Jiaojiao had already pulled Bo Yanching into the office, not caring how Sister Lai was making a fuss. She left the door ajar. Bo Yanching washed a cup, filled it with hot water, tested the temperature, and grabbed her hand to lift it, placing the cup in her hand.

“Drink some water to moisten your throat, I’ll get the medical kit.”

Nan Jiaojiao touched her forehead, “It’s okay, the doctor has already treated me, I don’t have any wounds, no need for bandages.”

“The doctor is busy; he only treated you simply. It wasn’t thorough. The medicine he applied has almost worn off. I’ll apply it once more.”

Bo Yanching insisted, spoke familiarly as he opened Xu Shu’s office drawer and took out the medical kit.

He found the same medicine the doctor used.

“Come, come over.”

Bo Yanching sat on the coffee table, legs spread apart, pulling Nan Jiaojiao over. He gently pinched her chin, tilting it up slightly, then softly massaged the edge of the bump on her forehead. He didn’t hear her scream or see any change in her expression, only then did he relax a bit.

However, concern was quickly replaced by anger.

He asked her, seething, “Not in pain?”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked, “It doesn’t hurt.”

The words slipped out, and looking up at his expression, she sensed something was off. Instinctively, she shrank her neck back, “Why do you look like you want to strangle me? I’m not seriously hurt, right?”

“Heh…”

Bo Yanching really did want to strangle her.

From the car accident until now, it’s been nearly an hour. If he hadn’t rushed over himself, this little girl probably wouldn’t even have thought to contact him. She’s so carefree she might as well be strangled.

But he couldn’t bring himself to, not even willing to pinch her a little too hard. The anger he suppressed only choked him up more painfully. Hearing her speaking so matter-of-factly made him boil over, “Not in pain, huh? When you should act fragile, you don’t. Normally, if you’re not in pain, you’re whining up a storm with me.”

“That’s different,” Nan Jiaojiao said self-righteously, “Normally, I’m flirting with you, being coquettish. I don’t really need to bump my head to act fragile. Now that I’m not being fragile, that’s because I’m being strong.”

What is this?

Strong?

For a girl to put those words on herself, is it appropriate?

And her smug look, is she proud or something?