The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Ji Xuan said a long time ago that he is not a person with great ambitions, but if An Chen needs it, he will do his best.

Because An Chen wanted to enter the entertainment industry, he came into contact with the agent profession and reached the top of this profession, but he would always be An Chen's agent alone.

If An Chen was in danger, Ji Xuan was willing to give up his own life in exchange for An Chen's safety. He should have disappeared from this world a few years ago, and he saved his life because of An Chen.

In Ji Xuan's heart, this life is nothing compared to An Chen.

"Xuan, you have washed the dishes several times." Ling Han saw that Ji Xuan had been in a daze, so he came to his side and said something.

"Ah? Ah! Brush it a few more times." Ji Xuan thought of a reason and then put the washed bowl aside and picked up another one.

Why is everything weird today? Ling Han muttered in his heart, Ling Han was one of those people who looked carefree but had a very delicate mind. He could clearly sense that the atmosphere was a little strange.

After washing the dishes, they returned to the living room. An Chen also finished his meal, although there was still more than half of it left.

"An Chen, I'll take you to change the medicine." Chi Jing walked to An Chen carrying the medicine box.

Ling Han stood up when he saw this, "No need for infusion today, right?"

"Today's direct intravenous injection, no infusion is needed. You can take the little kid up first, and I'll prepare everything." After Chi Jing and Ling Han finished speaking, they took the lead to go upstairs.

Just as Ling Han was about to leave with An Chen, the others saw this and wanted to follow, but were stopped by Ling Han and An Chen.

After going upstairs, they went to An Chen's room, waited for Chi Jingye to come in, and then locked the door.

"I'll change your dressing first." Chi Jing had already changed into sterile gloves. An Chen sat on the small sofa next to the bedroom without lying down, with his clothes lifted to where the knife edge was.

The bandage was opened bit by bit, revealing a scary-looking wound.

"Don't worry, there won't be any deep scars." Chi Jing raised his head and glanced at An Chen, then took out the medicine and prepared to start disinfection and dressing change.

An Chen didn't take the matter of scars seriously. What does it matter if there are scars or not? Aren't you always yourself?

"An Xiaochen, if it hurts, don't hold it in, you can shout out." Ling Han's face turned pale when he looked at An Chen, and cold sweat flowed crazily from both sides of his forehead.

An Chen didn't speak, just smiled. Ling Han looked at An Chen and didn't say anything more. He just took a tissue and silently wiped An Chen's sweat dry.

An Chen's dressing change is different from others. Every time she changes the dressing now, it is like re-opening the wound with a knife. Fortunately, it is winter, and she is not afraid that the wound will become inflamed due to too much heat.

Chi Jing is already speeding up as much as possible. Since the pain cannot be reduced, he can only reduce the time as much as possible, but this is a delicate job, and Chi Jing is sweating like rain now.

Fifteen minutes later, the dressing change was finally completed, and the bandage wrapping was handed over to Ling Han. Chi Jing went to wash his face, and then came back to prepare other things.

"Brother, please stop shaking your hands." An Chen said quietly.

"Smelly kid, my hands are not shaking, it's you who are shaking." Ling Han felt distressed looking at An Chen's current appearance.

"Ah? Is it me?" An Chen smiled sheepishly. Maybe it was too painful. His body's instinctive reaction was to keep shaking, but An Chen didn't feel it himself.

The king and his ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times. But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn.