[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

This time, it was Yan Lu who was stunned. He had no good way to deal with Shang Ning Zheng, a "calm emperor" who was not interested in anything.

"Don't you struggle a little bit? For example, if you refuse to obey or something."

"Writer Yan Da started setting up the plot again. Do I need this?"

"..." Yan Lu was not surprised to hear that Ning Zheng easily revealed his other identity.Because his writing journey also started in his freshman year.At that time, Ning Zheng even read his own novels and gave his opinions.

"Don't you need to do this? What if I really cure you to death?"

"It's very simple. The first step, the Ning family will announce to the world that you killed me; the second step, the lawyer's letter will be sent to your home, and then the lawsuit will start; the third step, An Di will fire you; the third step Four steps..."

"Wait! Wait! I'm going to jail, right? I said Mr. Ning, are you like this? Sometimes I really can't tell whether you are a master of cold jokes, or you are such a serious person."

"You can think whatever you want. But now, can we start? When you are done... let's talk about business."

"Yo, you are really not afraid at all. Don't you think I was actually lying to you just now?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Ning Zheng had to open his closed eyes again, "You really participated in the medical team and passed the examination. I investigated."

"... Ha! As expected of Mr. Ning, he doesn't fight unprepared battles. I admire you." The ending sound rises, and I don't know if it's more sincerity or sarcasm.

Yan Lu stopped talking and began to dispense Ning Zheng's medicine in a decent manner. In terms of movements and serious expressions, he looked very professional.It's just that his only spectator at present has his eyes closed all the time, did not take a look at this side, and is motionless, and he doesn't know if he is asleep.

Yan Lu didn't care, after pouring the medicine into the infusion bottle, he asked the nanny to bring a shelf and hang it on it.He directly took Ning Zheng's hand, and patted the back of his hand heavily, not sure if it was on purpose.

"Your tendons are really thin, like a woman. You really can't find it unless you look carefully."

Ning Zheng's eyelids twitched and he ignored him.

In fact, Yan Lu couldn't find any tendons, he just saw the bruise and didn't know where to start.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it."

"Ah."

It wasn't until this time that Yan Lu really felt a little intolerable.He thought, forget it, this person is pitiful enough, he should stop being unable to control himself and say those sarcastic remarks in the future.

Even with Yan Lu's early warning, Ning Zheng's hand still retracted unconsciously when the needle really stuck into the back of his hand.

Yan Lu knew that it was due to the fever, which enlarged his senses, and immediately felt even more unbearable.

"Are you cold in your clothes?" he asked.

"It's not cold. Is it over yet?" Ning Zheng finally opened his eyes again, his eyes were very clear, and there was no trace of confusion.

"Well, hang up the second bottle in half an hour. I didn't dare to adjust it too fast for you because I was afraid that your heart wouldn't be able to take it."

"I don't have a heart attack."

"..." Yan Lu glanced at him in surprise, "I thought that with your attitude towards work, devoting yourself to death, there would be myocardial strain or something?"

"Mr. Yan looks disappointed? Well, to make a long story short, I hope you will go to France with me."