At this moment, Ye Qingmo's face was flushed red like blood, her beautiful eyes burning with anger, and in her hand, the scalpel seemed ready to plunge directly into Zhu Bufan.
However, Zhu Bufan's consciousness quickly started to blur, and the cells in his body that had just gotten excited seemed as if splashed with cold water, instantly losing their vitality.
But before he passed out, Zhu Bufan widened his eyes, staring at Ye Qingmo's chest, and said, "You doctor, your chest is really big..."
"You!"
Ye Qingmo raised an eyebrow, her face so red it almost dripped blood. Biting her pink lips, she snatched a thumb-sized syringe from the nurse's hand, lifted it high, just about to give Zhu Bufan a harsh injection when he suddenly closed his eyes and fainted.
Sorting out her nurse's uniform at the chest, which had been slightly disheveled by Zhu Bufan, Ye Qingmo's beautiful eyes filled with silent resentment at this moment.
