Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Fortunately, after inspection, the bone was not injured, but there was a slight dislocation, and the doctor immediately pushed it back to its original position.

It's okay, don't exercise strenuously for the next few days, don't fall again, there's nothing wrong with it.

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief:

Do you need a prescription?

The emergency doctor waved his hand:

No, it's good to take care of it. The medicine is three-point poisonous. You can use it or not.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Mr. Fu.

After all, Fu has donated medical equipment or emergency medical assistance to major hospitals all year round.

However, young man, don't be too indulgent. Sexual. Excessive. It's not good for your health.

puff~

As soon as these words came out, neither of the couple collapsed.

The man is okay, except for the redness of the ears, his face hasn't changed much.

But the woman was already blushing up to her neck.

It's just that this emergency doctor is old, and he just treated his wife, otherwise,

. . . .

The door of the office was opened again, and Su Zhixiao buried himself in the man's arms, absolutely not revealing a trace of his face.

Fortunately, men have always had thick skins.

Second Young Master! the bodyguard shouted.

Well, let's go.

Come in a hurry, and leave in a hurry.

The paparazzi reporters who got the news a moment ago were still on their way, but the person concerned had already left the hospital.

Also interview a lonely?

Everyone can only go back home.

After getting into the car, the car had already started and was about to drive away. Su Zhixiao suddenly pushed the man beside him.

What's wrong?

Did we forget something?

Um?

The man reacted immediately:

Well, your son left behind in the office.

Can't help reaching out and rubbing the brow bone.

The couple are really big-hearted, they even forgot their son.

Fu! Ji! Yan!

The woman is mad with rage.

Fortunately, the bodyguard was quick enough to open the door and get out of the car.

After a while, the child who was left behind by his parents in the emergency room was carried into the car, his face full of resentment and grievance.

Both his mother and father couldn't stand it, and felt guilty.

After all, he really forgot his son.

Cough, baby~

Wow.

Well, the child who had just been coaxed by the doctor began to cry again. This cry immediately gave him an unbearable sense of sight.

His mother wanted to hug her son, but his father stopped him.

The doctor said, you can't exercise vigorously in the past few days, let him cry!

Su Zhixiao rolled his eyes:

What does strenuous exercise have to do with holding a baby?

Not a big fat boy.

The baby boy is actually very thin, and his weight has just reached the minimum standard line.

Don't hug him anyway!

All right, all right, if I don't hug, then you hug!

Whoever gave birth is distressed.

This is the father, is it really his own?

The little boy was finally held in his father's arms.

If the children were really scared today, they must be more vulnerable psychologically than before.

Until he got home, he was still tired of his father, the kind who didn't go to the ground.

If you put it down forcibly, there will be a burst of crying immediately.

It's also the children who understand that their mother can't hug themselves today, otherwise, they won't get tired of being in his father's arms.

sweat.

When I got home, it took more than an hour to go back and forth.

The breakfast on the table was already cold.

The child didn't go to the ground when he got home, so his mother slowly took the breakfast to the kitchen for simple heating.

In the living room, the man held the cub in his arms with one hand, and rubbed his brow bone with the other hand.

Fu Zhizhou, get down!