After Feng Yu said this, he left angrily.

An Lan sat on the hospital bed, watching his leaving figure with a somewhat baffled expression.

But this man's thoughts have nothing to do with her.

After Feng Yu left the ward, he found a nurse to help bandage his wounds.

The nurse took a breath after seeing his bloody wound and said softly: "Sir, your wound is very deep. It will hurt a little if you disinfect it..."

"It doesn't matter."

The pain from the disinfectant on the wound made Feng Yu frown and almost scream in pain. He secretly squeezed his palms and distracted his attention to look at Mo Yan.

He asked: "What was the name of the woman you said An Lan took refuge in prison last time?"

"He Junfang." Mo Yan has a very good memory and almost has a photographic memory, so he answered immediately.

Feng Yu raised his thick eyebrows when he heard this. An Lan was still calling her name in her dream, and she seemed very unhappy.

He pondered for a moment, looked at Mo Yan and said, "Go and check this woman's background yourself."

Mo Yan was slightly surprised, but didn't say anything. He took the order and turned around.

From that day on, Feng Yu stayed in An Lan's ward.

I still remember that day when he left and returned after being bandaged, An Lan looked stunned and asked, "What else are you doing here?"

"Do I need to tell you where I want to go?"

An Lan was stunned and didn't ask any more questions.

Feng Yu didn't bother her either. He usually brought documents to read or sat next to her and looked at the computer. The two of them got along without incident.

At this time, An Lan was sitting on the hospital bed, eating the lunch sent by Aunt Li.

Aunt Li looked at her with a smile on her face and said softly: "Miss An, eat more, you have been too thin recently."

"Thank you Aunt Li."

"By the way, tell me what you like to eat, and I'll prepare it another day and ask the driver to deliver it." Aunt Li had a good impression of An Lan. When she was at the Feng family, An Lan was also very polite to her, and even thought of giving her something when she went out.

She brings gifts.

Feng Yu snorted softly when he heard this and said, "What's wrong with her? Does she have the right to be a picky eater?"

When Aunt Li heard this, she glanced at An Lan in embarrassment, but the latter smiled indifferently and reassured Aunt Li: "Aunt Li, don't bother me. I'll eat whatever you cook, and the food you cook is the most delicious."

"Okay, okay, as long as you like it. Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."

An Lan smiled, his eyes a little confused, and said: "I'm used to it. I used to eat quickly in...inside, otherwise..."

She did not continue speaking, but it made people feel sad.

Feng Yu raised his eyes from behind the computer and glanced at her. An Lan ate very quickly, and he didn't seem to be picky about food. In her opinion, simple food was no less good than a Manchu banquet.

A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes. An Lan was a picky eater and always chewed his meals carefully.

However, there are at least a few things that Aunt Li brought that she would never touch, especially now that she is devouring them as if she is in a hurry.

Can those years of prison life really change a person like this?

An Lan didn't notice his gaze. After eating in a hurry, Aunt Li packed up and went back.

She stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Seeing her sallow and thin appearance in the mirror, An Lan couldn't help but grab a handful of water and splash it on her. She looked so ugly that even she couldn't help but look at her.

However, Feng Yu actually stayed in the ward, looking at her face...

Did he want to look at her thin and pale appearance to calm the hatred and disgust in his heart?

While she was dazed, the pain from her stomach made her frown.

She had eaten too much, too quickly, and her stomach, which had already been damaged, could not wait to complain to her.

The slight pain gradually turned into severe pain. An Lan squatted down and clutched her stomach, biting her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from crying out in pain.

As long as she survives this period, she'll be fine.

In the ward, Feng Yu lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The woman had been in for five minutes and hadn't come out yet?

He hesitated for a moment, stood up, moved his body, and turned to look at the bathroom.

The door was closed tightly and there was no sound inside.

Feng Yu knocked on the door and asked angrily: "Did you fall into the toilet? Come out."

There was still no movement inside.

He frowned, opened the door, and saw An Lan squatting on the ground, holding her legs tightly with her hands, her whole body trembling slightly.

"An Lan, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Yu ran over and hugged her, and then he saw her face as pale as paper. A large amount of cold sweat was left on her temples. Her lips had been bitten in several places, and her whole body was cold.
Chapter completed!