“fcuk!”
When the little nurse went out and closed the door, Xiang Yiqing reached out and touched the medical record folder on the table, and slammed it to the floor to vent.
Then he picked up the water glass and prepared to drink some water to lower the fire. He didn’t expect the water glass to be against him. There was no water in it, so he would throw it up.
But when I was about to let go, I realized that it was a cup. It would not only make a lot of noise when it was broken, but also clean it up, so I stopped at a critical juncture.
He threw the cup on the table heavily, rolled it twice, and almost rolled to the ground. A burst of anger did not vent, he could not calm down, and stretched out his hand to pull the collar vigorously.
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