After being kicked out of the rich family, she had morning sickness, and the chaebol heir went crazy

Zhu Feiwan asked half-jokingly.

Su Yan smiled slightly, with a doting smile, "I still can't hide it from your eyes."

As he spoke, he gently twisted the cap off the bottle, and a sweet scent of cranberry instantly filled the air. "Cranberry-flavored milk tea, I remember you liked it best."

Zhu Feiwan carefully looked at the handmade glass bottle. There were slight traces of fingerprints on the bottle. It was undoubtedly made by Su Yan himself.

"A taste?"

He suggested quietly.

"Ah."

Zhu Feiwan responded, picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of shrimp, and took another sip of milk tea.

At that moment, the taste of happiness bloomed on the tip of my tongue.

"Aren't you afraid that I will depend on you and make you cook for the rest of your life?"

She said half jokingly and half seriously.

Su Yan stared at Zhu Feiwan and said, "Then do it for life."

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly and the hospital's outpatient hall was bustling with people coming and going.

Chang Wenjuan, wearing designer clothes, sat in the VIP waiting area with an elegant posture, but her eyes could not hide her anxiety.

Not far away, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Lu Huaijin was holding a cigarette in his hand, his eyes deep, and the smoke rings slowly rose from his lips and then gradually dissipated, as if telling of the complex emotions in his heart.

Soon, a head nurse came hurriedly.

She first bowed deeply to Chang Wenjuan.

"Mrs. Lu, Dr. Su is the top brain specialist in our hospital. His appointment numbers are extremely popular and usually fully booked a month in advance. This time, I went through a lot of trouble to secure this precious spot for you."

The head nurse handed the registration form to Chang Wenjuan respectfully as she spoke, a barely perceptible hint of pride in her words.

Chang Wenjuan took the registration form with a smile, a trace of gratitude flashing in her eyes, "Thank you for your hard work, Head Nurse Yang. Doctor Su is well-known in Beicheng and even in the whole country. What's more, he has won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. It is understandable that it is difficult to get an appointment with him."

"It's great that Mrs. Lu can understand."

The head nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

"I will definitely treat you to a beauty treatment someday to thank you very much."

Chang Wenjuan responded politely.

"No, no, Mrs. Lu is too polite."

The head nurse waved her hands and answered modestly.

After some polite exchanges, Chang Wenjuan picked up her branded handbag, tightly clutching the precious registration form in her hand, and walked towards Lu Huaijin.

Her heart was filled with worry. Her son Lu Xiu suddenly had a high fever that wouldn't go away. As a mother, how could she not be anxious?

After all, the Lu family's huge industry and future hopes all depend on this only son.

"Mom, please, let Dr. Su take a look. If it's really nothing serious, Mom will feel more at ease."

There was a pleading tone in her voice.

Lu Huaijin said nothing, but coldly put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can beside him. Then he strode forward, followed by several well-trained bodyguards.

Chang Wenjuan followed her son's steps, and the two of them walked towards the first clinic of neurosurgery.

In the clinic, soft lights are sprinkled in every corner.

Zhu Feiwan, wearing a neat white coat, stood beside Su Yan, handing over medical tools skillfully.

After returning home, when she was asked by her master to join the Rika Hospital, she felt an indescribable sense of belonging and agreed without any hesitation.

After all, this place was what she had always dreamed of.

Just as she was concentrating on sorting out the medical records, the three words "Lu Huaijin" suddenly popped up on the screen, causing Zhu Feiwan's fingers to pause slightly and her brows to furrow slightly.

These days, Lu Huaijin's constant presence made her wonder whether all this was carefully planned by him.

She took a deep breath, brought her thoughts back to reality, carefully filled out the medical record, and then handed it to the nurse beside her.

The nurse took the medical record, but found that Zhu Feiwan did not immediately signal her to call the patient, but instead remained on the medical record with a complicated look.

A hint of reluctance gradually appeared on her face.

Su Yan keenly captured the subtle changes in Zhu Feiwan's emotions, and he gently put his hand on her wrist.

His voice was gentle but firm: "Don't worry, I'm here."

This simple sentence was like a shot of adrenaline, relaxing Zhu Feiwan's tense nerves a little. She nodded slightly and looked at Su Yan with gratitude.

"Xiaoqin, please ask the patient to come in."

Zhu Feiwan finally spoke, his voice returning to its usual calmness.

"okay!"

The young nurse responded, but then frowned, looking a little helpless.

"No. 50 Lu Huaijin, please come in, but only patients and their families can enter."

She added that she was puzzled as to why one had to bring a group of bodyguards with him to see a doctor.

In the corridor outside the clinic door, several men in black suits and sunglasses stood quietly, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing.

As the footsteps got closer, Zhu Feiwan opened the medical record, with the pen in his hand ready.

The door was pushed open and Chang Wenjuan walked in quickly. As soon as she entered, she began to chatter to Su Yan, telling him about her son's daily health condition and the sudden high fever he had last night.

Zhu Feiwan's brows furrowed again. She raised her eyelids and met Chang Wenjuan's gaze unexpectedly.

At that moment, Chang Wenjuan couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

This look is surprisingly similar to the late Zhu Feiwan in my memory!

"If the family members continue to make loud noises, please go out and wait."

Zhu Feiwan's voice was not loud, but it made the air in the entire clinic freeze a little.

Chang Wenjuan felt an inexplicable pressure and took a step back involuntarily.

Finally, I chose to sit quietly in the chair and said no more.

"Patient, please come and sit here."

Lu Huaijin stood where he was and did not move immediately. His dark eyes were fixed on the hands of Su Yan and Zhu Feiwan that were accidentally touching.

"Patient, please describe your symptoms."

Seeing this, Su Yan was worried about Zhu Feiwan's mood swings, so he took the initiative to ask about his condition in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere.

And at this moment, Lu Huaijin's gaze inadvertently swept across the painted rings "worn" on the two people's ring fingers, and he suddenly felt a little surprised.

Judging from the handwriting and color, this was obviously an improvisation by the two of them.

A playful smile appeared on his lips.

With a sneer on his face, Lu Huaijin slowly sat down and prepared to talk about his illness.

Zhu Feiwan, on the other hand, had a blank expression on his face. He pointed out directly and sharply that the cause of his illness was not lovesickness, but the guilt and guilty conscience he felt towards his deceased ex-wife.

These words surprised the young nurse present and also completely angered Chang Wenjuan, who had been forbearing.

She stood up suddenly, pointed her trembling finger at Zhu Feiwan, and accused him angrily.

Faced with Chang Wenjuan's loss of control, Zhu Feiwan raised his eyebrows and asked back, with unquestionable confidence in his tone.

Seeing this, Su Yan spoke up in time, interrupted Chang Wenjuan's verbal abuse, and maintained order in the clinic.

The atmosphere in the clinic suddenly became tense and subtle.

"What kind of service attitude is this? Do you know who I am? And who is my son? In this city, my words carry more weight than the law! I will report you and make you pay the price!"