The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Maybe people become irritable when they are too bored. I don't know if other people are like this. Anyway, in Anchen's ward, from time to time, the sounds of being beaten and crying for help can be heard.

Ling Han and Chi Jing had already walked out of the ward in the chaos of beating Fang Yan. They were going to examine An Chen later, and they had to prepare in advance.

Of course, what they prepared was not the medical equipment, but the environment of the examination room. They wanted to seal up all the places where they could see the situation inside.

"Move that screen over and block the door directly." Chi Jing stood at the door and looked around, and found that only the screen could completely cover it.

"No, I'm going to push the hospital bed into the room later, but the screen is blocking the way." Ling Han compared it and found that the screen was useless.

"Are you stupid? Push it to the side first. The screen is foldable anyway. Once the hospital bed is pushed in, you can just pull the screen open."

"You are stupid. What if they follow you in?" Ling Han thought of another possibility.

"You are stupid and you still don't admit it. Doctors are checking and no one else is allowed to enter. This is common sense. How can you come in?"

"Okay, okay, let's find something to block the display of the instrument." Ling Han continued to rummage through things.

As for why others can't be allowed to see what's going on in the examination room? Of course, they wanted to prevent others from finding out that An Chen was a girl. In order to keep this secret, it was not easy for Ling Han and Chi Jing.

After a lot of trouble, they finally finished tinkering with the examination room and checked again. They returned to the ward after finding no problems.

The ward had returned to a peaceful atmosphere again. Ling Han made a gesture to An Chen while no one was paying attention.

An Chen breathed a sigh of relief and continued painting after finishing the music score. An Chen had not studied art professionally, but she was very talented in this area.

Soon, many completed paintings were placed on An Chen's table, and Fu Yanxing was now carefully looking at his Q version of the portrait.

This should be regarded as the second portrait of him that An Chen has drawn. The first one was the head portrait composed of last night's code. The two portraits have different styles, but Fu Yanxing likes them both.

"Can you give this to me?" Fu Yanxing pointed at the painting and asked An Chen.

"Of course." An Chen nodded, wasn't it just for them to draw their Q-version portraits?

"What? My God, Xiao An, you have drawn so many paintings. Hey, this is me, right?" Qu Yan also came over.

"Yes, I gave it to you." An Chen found all the other portraits and put them aside waiting for others to come and claim them.

Others heard the sound and quickly gathered around. A group of people in their twenties were not only more noisy than those in the kindergarten, but also more childish.

"Mine looks good."

"Mine looks better."

"Mine is the best, I won't accept any refutation."

Various arguments and discussions rang in An Chen's ears. It was so chaotic that he couldn't tell who was talking.

Of course Fu Yanxing was not part of the discussion. He took another piece of paper, sat on the sofa and wrapped An Chen's painting alone, and then carefully put it away, planning to have time to plastic-encapsulate it and keep the painting forever. come down

It was almost time. Ling Han and Chi Jing studied it and planned to take An Chen for a checkup now.

Everything else on the bed had been removed.

"Let's just push this hospital bed." Chi Jing pushed the pulley under the hospital bed and worked with Ling Han to push the hospital bed out. Others were also helping.

"Why are there so many people? Just wait here. It's not like I can't come back." An Chen looked at his hospital bed surrounded by people, and then said something.

The bells and drums are late, the night is long, and the stars are about to dawn.

——"Song of Everlasting Regret"