Chapter 611 - Worried (2/2)

Yan Hua nodded her head with an unnatural expression. “I wanted to see how his injury was, but they won’t let me in.”

“They must not have known you’re Boss’s sister. Come, I’ll bring you in.”

Yan Hua bit her lip and stood unmovingly. “Stone, how is he doing?”

In the battlefield, Stone and Boss met with an ambush and almost could not make it back. At that time, he heard Boss confide in him that he was the most apologetic to his sister.

Boss was shot and on the helicopter, Stone heard him calling out his sister’s name.

When Stone was sorting out his belongings, he found that he had written a letter. He then realized why Boss did not allow him to like his sister. He already had deep feelings for his sister.

Stone did not know what had happened between them, but he could see that Sister did not want to have any interactions with Boss.

Yan Hua saw that Stone was silent and she frowned unconsciously. “Was he seriously injured?”

Stone nodded hurriedly. “Yes, Boss was shot twice and almost died. Sister, go with me to see him. I don’t know if Boss can get through this critical period. If you don’t see him now, you might not have the chance in the future!”

Yan Hua looked at Stone’s honest appearance and did not think he would lie to her.

Yan Hua did not hesitate anymore. She hurried behind Stone and entered the hospital.

Stone took Yan Hua to the top VIP area, and the more she walked in, the more strange Yan Hua felt.

If Bo Yan was seriously injured and still in a critical condition, shouldn’t he be in the intensive care unit?

“Stone, are you sure he hasn’t pa.s.sed the critical condition?”

Stone scratched his head and dared not to look at Yan Hua. “Sister, Boss was shot twice, his injury was really serious.”

They went to the innermost ward.

Several nurses pus.h.i.+ng carts loaded with medicine came out of the ward in a terrible state.

“He went out on the battlefield, and was not afraid of bullets piercing through his skin, but is afraid of injections and medicines!”

“His temper was so scary!”

Looking at the nurses who were pale with fright, Yan Hua asked, “May I know if the patient in this ward has the surname of Bo?”

“Yes! He looked good and was a hero but his temper was really scary! He refused to take his medicine, have his injections or let us do our routine checkup, and even drove us out. From last night till now, we were almost tortured to death by him!”

Yan Hua’s attention was on the five words ‘afraid of injections and medicine’!

He was once from the Special Anti-Drug Team, and was now Mu Sihan’s right arm. A man who was able to wield guns and go onto the battlefield was afraid of injections and medicine?

This was unbelievable!

Yan Hua laughed in an unkindly manner.

After laughing, she realized that the nurses were looking at her like she was a monster and she stopped laughing quickly.

But just as she had stopped laughing, Stone, who was beside her, started to laugh. “Hahaha, Boss is afraid of nothing but is actually afraid of injections and medicine. This is too much fun!”

The nurses were speechless.

After the nurses left, Stone looked into the ward from the window. He then said to Yan Hua, “Sister, Boss seems to be awake, but his expression is still dark. I definitely won’t be able to persuade him, so you go in and persuade him!”

Before Yan Hua could say anything, Stone pushed her into the ward.

The door was pushed open and Yan Hua staggered forward a few steps. She wanted to back away but it was too late.

The man who was half lying on the bed was wearing a loose hospital gown on his upper body, his arm wrapped with bandages, his lower body was covered by a thin blanket and it seemed like he was not wearing any pants below. He looked towards the door when he heard the noise.

Yan Hua’s heart jumped and she steadied herself, looking up and meeting his eyes.

“Sister, I’ll leave our boss to you.” Stone shut the door after he had finished speaking.

Yan Hua pursed her lips, looking at the man’s thin face. His facial features seemed even more well-defined and prominent, the contours of his face more indifferent and cold.