Chen An felt dizzy and hadn't yet reacted when his body suddenly lurched, suspended in mid-air for a moment before being yanked back with a bang onto the tiled floor. He was still scared out of his wits when he looked up; Mo Nanjue had already flung the door open and was striding out of the ward.
Bang——
The door of the ward slammed shut with force.
Chen An rubbed his forehead with his hand, damn it, he knew Mo Nanjue prioritized romance over friendship. He shook his head and still felt dizzy. The nurse hurriedly brought a cup of water, "Young Master An, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Chen An drank a couple of sips of water, supporting himself against the wall to stand up; his legs were still weak. His acrophobia wasn't something new, and Mo Nanjue was definitely someone who settles scores later, "Go help pack my things; I'm preparing to go on vacation."
"Vacation?" The nurse froze for a moment; wasn't he always on vacation everywhere he went, "Where to?"
