Chapter 1917
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"Doctor, how is he?"
After the doctor finished the examination, An Lan asked, "When can he be discharged?"
"Stay for another two days. If his concussion condition improves, he can be discharged," the doctor said and went to check on the other patients.
At this moment, only she and Xu Baohan were left on the hospital bed, staring at each other. Xu Baohan still had a neck brace around his neck, his short hair was messy, and he hadn't washed his face. An Lan smiled as she looked at him.
Xu Baohan also smiled. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Barely." An Lan turned her face away vaguely. "It's just … do you have foot odor? You always smell weird when you sleep."
Xu Baohan's handsome face stiffened. "I don't."
After saying that, he felt that this was a serious problem, but he was afraid that she wouldn't believe him, so he added, "I've never had any foot odor since I was young."
"Really?" An Lan blinked her eyes.
"…"
Xu Baohan looked at her for a while, and in the end, even he wasn't sure. "Then maybe … maybe you didn't wash your feet last night?"
After saying that, the tips of his ears turned cute.
An Lan looked at him and giggled. "I lied to you. I'll go get you some water to wash your face."
"I want to wash my feet," Xu Baohan added.
"I lied to you just now." An Lan turned around and laughed.
"I know, I want to wash my feet," Xu Baohan repeated stubbornly.
An Lan didn't expect him to care so much, but she still poured him some water to wash his feet. When she saw him scrubbing his feet in the bucket, she was really worried that he would damage his skin.
After taking care of Xu Baohan, An Lan finally had time to tidy up. When she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she suddenly heard the old lady shouting, "Hey, who are you guys? Why did you bring so many cameras in?"
She quickly spat out some water and saw a few reporters standing in front of Xu Baohan's bed interviewing him. "Judge Xu, I'm a reporter from Xia City TV Station. I want to interview you about the fall from the courthouse yesterday."
Xu Baohan leaned against the pillow, his handsome brows furrowed because of the arrival of these people.
However, the reporters ignored his expression and rushed to raise the microphones in front of them. He couldn't move his neck because of the injury, and he looked helpless.
"As reporters, you seem to lack common sense," An Lan's voice came from behind the reporters.
Her voice had always been solemn and sharp in court. When the reporters heard her voice, they subconsciously looked toward the source of the voice.
The woman behind him was wearing a soft pink jacket. Her hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were sharp.
The reporters felt that he looked familiar, but they still made way for him.
An Lan calmly walked to Xu Baohan's side. Her gaze swept across the reporters in front of her, as if she had memorized everyone's faces in an instant.
"I don't care how you interviewed him in the past, but I can teach you a lesson today. I can call the police for your current actions at any time," An Lan said word by word, "What's the difference between disturbing a patient and indirectly murdering him? Can't you see that his neck is injured? Since you're here to interview him, you know that he fell from the twelfth floor to save someone. He's just an ordinary person, not a superman. As a reporter, you need to have basic conscience and morals."
The reporters' faces were burning from her words, but there was also a middle-aged man who was not convinced. "We've asked around. He only has a slight concussion. It's not that he can't be interviewed."
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