Zhan Hanjue pulled Luo Shihan out, pushed Luo Shihan against the wall, and interrogated him, "Aren't you only in charge of Ward No. 11??"

Luo Shihan's deer-like eyes cast an innocent look, "No one dares to serve your third uncle. So I came."

"Aren't you afraid that they will make things difficult for you?"

Luo Shihan raised her little face, poked his solid chest with her little finger, and said with an arrogant look, "I'm not afraid. I have a backer."

Zhan Hanjue smiled with his brows and grabbed her little hand with his big hand. "Okay, I'll help you."

...

When Luo Shihan entered the ward again, everyone was shocked by the little nurse's spirit of "rather than surrender".

"Hey, this little nurse still dares to come?"

Lord Zhan Han followed Luo Shihan, his falcon eyes swept over everyone's faces, and said gloomily, "Except for the old man, everyone else, please get out."

When everyone left the ward, they all paid attention to Luo Shihan. They were all curious about how this humble nurse persuaded Zhan Hanjue to achieve her wish.

The second lady even asked Zhan Hanjue's mother with suspicion, "Sister-in-law, who is that little nurse? Why does Hanjue listen to her so much?"

"Someone, kick her out."

As soon as the second lady finished speaking, she heard Lord Zhan Han's violent voice carried by the dark wind.

"Who dares?"

Seeing Zhan Hanjue, Zhan Tingsu became excited instantly. "You... get out, I am today... thanks to you!"

The old man and Luo Shihan originally thought that after seeing Zhan Tingsu's tragic appearance, Zhan Hanjue would not argue with him today, no matter how many times they had been with him.

Who would have thought that Zhan Hanjue suddenly pulled Luo Shihan to Zhan Tingsu, and his sinister voice was like a demon's cry, "You deserve it. Look at my wife, isn't it because of you that she became like this?"

"

The eldest lady's face was ugly, "Who knows where this ugly monster came from. My Lord Han seems to be possessed by a ghost, and he is particularly protective of her."

After the ward was emptied, the air became circulated and the view became wider.

Zhan Ting lay dying on the hospital bed, his whole body covered in plaster, his head fixed, only a pair of listless eyes wandering around, looking for something.

Luo Shihan was slightly stunned.

The old man explained, "Han Jue took your tragic experience out on the third room. He always felt that the trouble in the third room and your accident happened at the same time. These two things are by no means accidental."

Zhan Tingsu shouted excitedly, "I said this was a coincidence."

The old man looked at Luo Shihan in shock, "Are you Luo Shihan?"

Luo Shihan nodded.

The old man sighed helplessly: "Luo Shihan, the enmity between the uncle and nephew is all caused by you. I think only you can release the hatred in Han Jue's heart! Let them put an end to their past feud."

Zhan Tingsu finally gave up trying to reason with Zhan Hanjue: "That's it. If you don't believe me, it's useless no matter how much I say."

Luo Shihan looked at Zhan Hanjue blankly, and when she saw the veins on his forehead bulging out due to anger, her eyes instantly became wet.

He loves her so much that he is paranoid and stubborn.

Zhan Hanjue's violent voice swallowed up Zhan Tingsu's words, "How can there be so many coincidences in the world?"

Just when the old man and Zhan Tingsu were feeling despair over the knotted uncle-nephew relationship, Luo Shihan suddenly called out softly.
Chapter completed!