Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Joe didn't catch his breath at all, and when he heard the word uncle, he almost choked to death with spit in his mouth.

uncle! Hahahaha, although the big devil looks quite young, but...hahaha, Qiao Er is not even 18, so it's okay to call him uncle.

Her brother is also too talented, hey, he's just a little clever ghost.

What should I do, I really want to watch the big devil's expression on the spot!

Qiao Yi happily walked around in circles in the stairwell, and it was so refreshing. Although she escaped so embarrassedly, her brother helped her win this round!

At the same time, with the sound of Qiao Er's uncle landing, a cold and strange low pressure suddenly filled the ward.

Although the expression of a certain boss on the sofa has not changed in the slightest, his complexion can no longer be described as black, and he can be Bao Gong with a crescent moon on it.

Zhao Yi's face was blank, and he couldn't get the point of laughter at all.

He Yuncheng held back his laughter, and let him try his best to control it, but his shoulders were still trembling crazily at a small frequency.

Oh, oh, you said, uncle, what's wrong with uncle? Qiao Yiqiang asked while holding back a smile.

Uncle said that you saved his son with a blood transfusion last night. He would like to thank you, so he helped me do the surgery for free.

Qiao Yi suddenly realized,

So this is ah!

How can I do this? I am just doing my best to save a life. It is better to build a seven-level pagoda. Didn't my mother teach us that?

You tell that uncle, don't spend money. Let's go back to the general ward. Don't worry about the operation fee. Brother, this is not already making money, and it will be earned soon.

Okay, brother, that's what I mean, then I'll tell my uncle.

The conversation between Qiao Yi and his younger brother echoed over the ward, and He Yunting's face was even more ugly. This time, even his expression changed, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, which was really not a good sign.

He Yuncheng's face was moved, and he was completely moved by the unpretentious brotherhood between the Qiao Yi brothers.

In today's society, people like the two brothers who are unmoved by money are almost extinct. They obviously faced the danger of amputation because they couldn't afford the surgery, but they still rejected their brother's goodwill.

No wonder, Qiao Yi would rather smash the glass than give Xiaoyu a blood transfusion. He Yuncheng suddenly admired this Qiao Yi a little and wanted to see him earlier.

Uncle, my brother thanked you for your kindness. Let's go back to the ordinary ward. Don't waste your money. Qiao Er looked at He Yunting very earnestly and said.

He Yunting didn't say anything, but a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to Qiao Er, Qiao Er was stunned, He Yuncheng immediately understood, got up and walked to Qiao Er's side, made a gesture of asking him for a mobile phone, and put the phone away. Handed it to my brother.

Qiao Yi waited there for a long time, but didn't reply, feeling a little flustered.

Could it be that there was a flaw in what she said just now, allowing the big devil to discover her?

Qiao Er, are you still there? Brother is going to be busy, do you have anything else to do?

Surprisingly, as soon as her final voice fell, the receiver replied, but this time it was not her brother, but...

My son, you saved me.

The sonorous and powerful seven words, like eyes with long eyes, climbed all the way into Qiao Yi's heart from the other end of the telephone line, turned into a long feather, and gently and slowly touched her heart twice.

Damn it, my brother's heart is sore!

Qiao Yi almost slipped his hand and threw the phone out.

Hey, hey, are you, uncle?

He Yunting: ...

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