Sun Zhe saw Zhu Yan being held by a man, struggling desperately.
The collar of her pristine, dignified nurse's uniform had been torn open, revealing her snow-white neck. Her long, once-pinned-up hair was now loose and disheveled, and her nurse's cap was askew, about to fall off.
"Bastard!" Sun Zhe roared and rushed forward to push open the door.
Zhao Junjiang quickly moved to block him, hissing, "Sun Zhe, are you insane? The patient is receiving treatment! You can't just..."
SLAP!
In his fury, the slap was so forceful that even he didn't realize its strength. He only saw Zhao Junjiang's body spin through the air before crashing heavily against the wall.
Inside the ward, Zhou Xiaolong held Zhu Yan in a tight grip. No matter how she struggled and thrashed, he refused to let go.
He buried his face in her neck, greedily inhaling the alluring fragrance of a mature woman, his own face a mask of intoxicated delight. "Mmm... so fragrant. This is the scent of a mature woman!"
