Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"Thank you, doctor. You guys have experience. Thank you so much." Mother Ye said, the smile on her face gradually enlarged.

"Yes, thank you all." Father Ye smiled and shook hands with the expert.

"No, no, you should thank this lady. If it weren't for her, we might be in big trouble." The experts pointed to Song Qingzhu who was standing aside.

Song Qingzhu looked a little embarrassed, waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, I just tried my best to save the patient."

"It's too modest. Although modesty is a virtue, it's also important to be open to it." An expert said that he was very interested in Song Qingzhu's acupuncture therapy. "Jiuye has already found live ticks for us. It is not so difficult to make an antidote from the venom. Whether the patient's body can accept it is the key. This lady did it with this small needle. It is amazing !"

After staying abroad for so many years, Song Qingzhu is still not used to the feeling of being praised.

She smiled awkwardly and changed the subject, "The patient's condition is stable now, and it will take half an hour to get the results of the re-examination. Family members can go in to accompany her."

Song Qingzhu put oil on his feet and was about to run away. Just as he took a step, he heard someone talking behind his back.

"Thank you, no matter what, I still have to thank you for saving Ting Fei." Ye Mu took off her sunglasses and bowed solemnly to Song Qingzhu.

"Don't do this, I just did what a doctor should do." An elder bowed to himself, and Song Qingzhu always felt uncomfortable if he didn't stop him, let alone this person was Rong Junchu's aunt.

"We're going to watch Ting Fei first. Please don't take what I said to you earlier. I'm in a hurry today and I don't have any preparations. I will thank you very much in the future." Mother Ye said domineeringly.

After Ye's mother finished speaking, she turned and followed Ye's father to put on the isolation suit, and the two of them went to the intensive care unit to see Ye Tingfei.

"Thank you, Lin You, for sending the experts back," Rong Junchu said.

"Yes, Master Jiu." Lin You replied respectfully.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment." A white-haired expert left in no hurry. He walked up to Song Qingzhu and said with a smile, "I admire you very much, and I am also interested in acupuncture. Can you add me as a friend?"

The expert took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat.

Song Qingzhu almost laughed, this expert is enough to keep pace with the times.

"Okay." Song Qingzhu touched his pocket, but the mobile phone was not in it. It should have been dropped when he changed clothes and entered the laboratory just now.

"Sorry, I don't have my mobile phone with me." Song Qingzhu shrugged and said, "But you can write to me, and I will leave you the address."

"Great, just write it on the phone." The expert handed the phone to Song Qingzhu.

Song Qingzhu quickly typed in the address and wrote Rong Yuan's address.

"Okay, there will be a period later." Song Qingzhu returned the phone to him and said with a smile.

"There will be a period later." The expert is also cute, repeating her words.

Rong Junchu pressed the button of the wheelchair, turned around deliberately, and said coldly, "Go home."

"Oh." Song Qingzhu obediently followed him and walked out.

While Lin You was sending the experts back to China, the driver sent them back to Rongyuan.

Rong Jun has been looking at her since the first time he got in the car, several times in a row, it makes people feel that it is impossible for her to be fine.

"What address did you leave him?" Rong Junchu finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Of course I left Rong Yuan's address." Song Qingzhu said with a smile.

The haze on Rong Junchu's face dissipated in an instant, and he was obviously very proud but deliberately said ironically, "It's not your home."

Song Qingzhu gave him a blank look, and she knew it wasn't her house, but so far her relatively fixed place of residence is Rong Yuan, if she doesn't write this, which one should she write?
The driver drove quite steadily. Song Qingzhu was exhausted and exhausted a lot on the island. When he came back and rescued Ye Tingfei, he finally stopped, feeling sleepy like a tide.

"I'm so tired. I'll squint for a while. If you're in trouble, call me." Song Qingzhu's eyelids were too sleepy to open when he spoke, and he leaned his head against the car window and fell asleep after saying these words.

The driver took the initiative to increase the temperature of the air conditioner, and then drove the car more slowly and steadily.

At the corner ahead, the driver obviously slowed down the speed of the car. Song Qingzhu, who was sleeping soundly, was still under the action of gravity, and slowly moved his head from the window to the back of the seat.

There was no fulcrum on the back of the seat, and Song Qingzhu's head dangled back and forth.The uncomfortable sleeping position made her frown delicately, and she slept very uncomfortable.

Rong Junchu leaned towards her in the wheelchair, and gently leaned Song Qingzhu's head, which had nowhere to rest, on his shoulder.

The driver was almost stunned. Master Jiu actually let a woman approach him, and he took the initiative to approach him. This news is more surprising than discovering aliens...

Song Qingzhu had a dream. She dreamed of flowers and grass, as well as the sea and waves. She didn't dream often. When she was a child, she had nightmares. She also dreamed of her mother, but she couldn't see her face clearly.

This dream is very beautiful, so beautiful that she just wants to laugh.

"Xiao Qingqing, are you thinking about shameful things?"

Song Qingzhu immediately opened his eyes, and saw Rong Jingchen's chubby little face in front of him, a pair of big dark eyes blinking and blinking, very cute.

"Xiao Qingqing, you slept soundly. You missed dinner time, but my uncle told me not to disturb you, and told you to eat after waking up. You see, I don't have the same treatment as you. I don't care about eating and sleeping. It's too difficult to keep track of homework or going out for exercise." Rong Jingchen fell on the bed, covered his face with one hand and complained in pain.

"I still envy you. It's great to have no worries about food and clothing." Song Qingzhu said, she sat up from the bed and stretched.

How is she in bed?The memory still stays in Rong Junchu's car.

"Are you broken? Can't remember what happened before?" Rong Jingchen asked slyly.

"I didn't drink any alcohol, what kind of film did I break?" Song Qingzhu didn't understand what was going on in the kid's mind all day long.

"You are the first woman to sleep on my uncle's shoulder. Did the happiness come so suddenly that you lost your head?" Rong Jingchen raised his hand to touch her forehead, and then touched his own, as if he didn't have a fever.

"What!" Song Qingzhu thought hard, as if he really had such an impression.

She was sleeping on the seat, why did she sleep on his shoulder?
Rong Junchu, that man with obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness, couldn't resist throwing her out.

Also, how did she get into bed?
"It was Butler Rong and the driver who carried you to the room. Uncle said you are too heavy and asked Butler Rong not to stomp your waist."

Song Qingzhu threw herself into the quilt, and when it was over, she had no face to see anyone. She cursed in her heart: Rong Junchu, you bastard, you are the only one who is serious, and your whole family is too serious!