"Mr. Rong, you are here! Miss Mo, she was forced into the operating room and has not woken up yet!" The nurse rushed out of the ward and hurriedly told Rong Yan about the matter.

Junting's eyebrows were frowned, Rong Yan pushed away the caregiver, held Luo Anning, who was stunned by the side with one hand, and walked into the ward.

"Let me go." Luo Anning struggled.

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

As he said that, he clenched her weak and boneless little hand with a stern hand and took her to the bed together.

On the hospital bed, before the anesthetic was passed, Mo Xiyan was still asleep.

However, the wound has recovered and does not need to be bandaged. It is the right hand. At this moment, it is wrapped in circles of gauze, and red bloodshot is faintly soaked out.

Rong Yan's tone suddenly became low, and he turned his head to look at the caregiver on the side: "Have you asked the doctor to check it?"

The guard was frightened by the cold eyes and said incoherently: "No, no... Miss Mo was taken away, we... are in a hurry, we are in a hurry to call you, but we can't stop it..."

"Useless waste! Don't you go down and find a doctor!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Rong, let's go now, go immediately." The guardian was so scared that his body trembled like a sieve, and turned around and was about to run to call the doctor.

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

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

He said slowly: "Don't go to the doctor, Mo Xiyan is fine. Of course, her right hand will be fine."

She naturally believed in Catherine's medical skills. When she was tortured by Roland in the UK, Catherine still snatched her from the hands of the god of death.

So, Catherine said that Mo Xiyan's right hand was fine, so there would definitely be nothing wrong.

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

The narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, 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 things and waved to the dazed guardian, "You all go down and bring the door with you."

The guardian immediately stepped down as if he had been amnesty and took him to the door carefully.

The ward became quiet for a moment.

Luo Anning took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and slowly spoke the words that had been blocking him from last night to now: "Rong Yan, just the day before yesterday, my physical examination report came out."

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows, with few expressions on his face, and Luo Anning smiled lightly, "Aren't you curious?"

"You have always been in good health." He said affirmatively.

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

At least, you must be able to protect your master in the event of a sudden incident.

"Thank you so much for your physical fitness." Luo Anning stood up and walked slowly to him. His bright and charming face was Mingming with a shallow smile, but it gave people a feeling of desolation.

"Rong Yan, the sequelae of my miscarriage is lifelong infertility." Her voice was clear and pleasing in the ward.

But it was like a thunder thunder, exploding in his ears, making his eardrums buzzing.
Chapter completed!