100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

Fang Wen, the female doctor on duty, stared at the family members and patients gathered at the door of the ward with a serious expression.

"This is not a vegetable market. If you want to quarrel, go outside and don't disturb other patients' rest."

There is no place for trouble.

When the doctor on duty spoke, everyone looked embarrassed and turned away shamelessly.

The ward, which was just bustling with people, suddenly had only three or five people left.

Without the obstruction, Aunt Li and the aunt who was pretending to have chest pain both saw Zhao Chuyu's cold expression.

There was still indignation and anger in the former's eyes.

The latter avoided Zhao Chuyu's gaze and didn't dare to meet his.

He released his hands from his chest and stopped pretending to be in pain.

It's okay to say it behind other people's backs, but she would still feel uncomfortable if she said it to the person in question.

The nurse in the light blue nurse uniform saw that the aunt was not seriously injured, so she packed up her things, nodded to Fang Wen, and left.

The doctor on duty seemed to know Zhao Chuyu and walked over to her side. "Zhao Chuyu, come with me."

He immediately led the way ahead.

Zhao Chuyu's lips, which were covered by the mask, opened slightly. She paused, but still said nothing.

He glanced at Grandma Jiang who was still sleeping at the door of the ward, then turned around and followed her.

Fang Wen took Zhao Chuyu to the duty office and pulled out an empty chair, "Sit down."

There was only one doctor on duty at noon and the whole office was very quiet.

Zhao Chuyu held the chain bag in her hands, pursed her lips, and stood still with a complicated look in her eyes. "Doctor Fang, what can I do for you?"

A year ago, Dr. Fang had misunderstood that she had to be someone else's mistress so that she could afford to hire Aunt Li to take care of Grandma Jiang's daily life.

At that time, it was the National Day holiday and Director Wang Hua was on vacation.

I had no choice but to hang up Fang Wen's number.

Although Fang Wen is only 985 years old, she graduated from a medical school, comes from a medical family, and is the niece of Wang Hua, the director of the Department of Cardiology.

Because of the relationship as her uncle, Fang Wen and she knew each other, but they were just nodding acquaintances.

That day, Fang Wen deliberately sent her mother-in-law away and "questioned" her face to face.

Those words seem to still echo in my ears.

[Zhao Chuyu, why are you so self-degrading that you sell your body for money? ]

[Where is your backbone? My uncle said you are a self-reliant and filial girl.]

[You use your body to make money? You take that dirty money and use it to take care of your mother-in-law? ]

[Aren't you afraid that your mother-in-law will be mad to death after she finds out? ]

Every sentence was like nailing her to the pillar of shame and rubbing her hard.

She said nothing, with a cold face, turned around, opened the door and left.

After that, I never called Fang Wen again.

After a year, she didn't feel like she had anything to talk about with Fang Wen.

Fang Wen sat on the chair with a serious expression, looking up at Zhao Chuyu, who had a charming look on her face.

This is a girl that is hard to understand. She looks enchanting and charming, but her temperament is like an iceberg snow lotus, cold and aloof.

It's a very contradictory combination, but it has its own flavor and is more attractive.

Fang Wen didn't play any cryptic tricks, nor did she mention anything about the past.

"Your mother-in-law's health can only be monitored with instruments now. I heard from my uncle... Director Wang that he gave you Professor Wu Jianping's contact information. Have you called?"

Her uncle was attending an academic seminar these days and was leaving in the afternoon. He transferred Grandma Jiang's medical records to her name and asked her to pay more attention to the mental condition of Zhao Chuyu.

Even though she had studied psychology, Fang Wen found that she still couldn't see through the mind of this girl who was nine years younger than her.

The office was very quiet, and Fang Wen's words clearly passed through the air and reached Zhao Chuyu's ears.

She was silent for a few seconds, her tone unchanged, "Yes, I called, Professor Wu said he is not in Kyoto and cannot come to Jiangyi."

Didn't go into too much detail.

After all, it is not convenient to reveal too much about Professor Wu Jianping's private work, even though Fang Wen is also a doctor.

Fang Wen nodded and looked at Zhao Chuyu with pity.

"I suggest you be mentally prepared. Your mother-in-law's myocardium is severely damaged and she may develop heart failure or cardiogenic shock and die at any time."

This is the worst possible outcome.

Doctors are not gods, they can only do their best to save patients.

Although Zhao Chuyu knew the result, he still couldn't suppress the heavy blow. He bowed slightly towards Fang Wen, then turned and walked out.

I jogged all the way to the bathroom, locked myself in the stall, covered my mouth and cried silently.

During the nearly fourteen years that she lived with Granny Jiang, although they lived in poverty, she had a home that could shelter her from the wind and rain, and she did not have to live in an orphanage.

Now, this only consolation may disappear at any time. How can she accept this?

The pain that no one could tell came pouring out like a spring.

The tears flowed down between her fingers, slowly flowed along her wrists and soaked into her long-sleeved dress.

She hadn't eaten for a day, and as soon as her high fever subsided, she hurried back to Jiangyi.

Then he heard such bad news again, and all his hopes were dashed. Even the strongest of bodies would become extremely weak.

Zhao Chuyu felt nauseous for a moment and quickly took off her mask, bent over, covered her stomach with her hands, and vomited into the toilet.

There was no food in his stomach, and what he vomited out was just the bottle of mineral water he drank at the airport.

The charming little face, even in such an embarrassing situation, is still eye-catching.

She threw the mask into the trash can, pressed the flush button on the toilet to flush away the dirt, then opened the cubicle door and walked out.

Turn on the faucet, scoop up the cool tap water with both hands, splash it on your face, and wash away the dizziness lingering in your head.

I don’t know whether I should say that she has Mercury retrograde today.

A woman with heavy makeup and a miniskirt walked in. When she saw Zhao Chuyu's charming back, she looked at her twice.

When he saw the breathtakingly beautiful face in the mirror, he leaned against the wall, folded his arms around his chest and sneered.

"Oh, isn't this our No. 1 Middle School's campus beauty, Zhao? I haven't seen her for over a year, and her little face is even more charming than ever."

"Why are you in the hospital? For an abortion or a prenatal checkup?"

There was deep jealousy in He Yi's eyes. Without waiting for Zhao Chuyu's response, he opened his mouth again and spoke words full of malice.

"Why didn't your lover come with you? Or did she know you're a fickle person and doesn't want you anymore?"

"If Zhu Da, the school hunk, knew that you were pregnant with someone else's child, I don't know what he would think. Oh, I'm really looking forward to it."

When he was in high school, Zhu Tianyu was the most outstanding student union president of Jiangyi No. 1 Middle School. The girls who liked him lined up from the front gate to the back door of the school.

There is no doubt that she is also one of those who likes Zhu Tianyu.

It’s just that President Zhu, who seems to be blind, always speaks out to defend Zhao Chuyu, a seductive vixen.

No one else even glanced at it.

After the college entrance examination, the class held a graduation dinner. She confessed to Zhu Tianyu in public, but was cruelly rejected by him, saying that he already had someone in his heart.

I really don’t know what’s so good about Zhao Chuyu!

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