Acting as a substitute

Seeing the movement of his fingertips, Bo Shenyan subconsciously reached out to stop him, but Yuan Jiayi took the lead.

He looked down at the puddle of crushed snow, wondering what he was thinking, and knelt on the ground with his knees kicked in silence for a long time, then staggered and stood up by grabbing the edge of the flower bed.

When he looked at Bo Shenyan again, there was already a gentle smile on his face, "Mr. Bo, is your tooth still hurting? Do you need me to find some medicine for you?"

"Yuan Jiayi..."

It seemed...it was the first time I called his name.

His name sounds nice.

Yuan Jiayi was bending over and rubbing his knees, when he heard this, he raised his head to look at him, "What's wrong, Mr. Bo?"

"I said that..." Seeing his relaxed and cheerful appearance, Bo Shenyan gradually felt uncomfortable. He knew that Yuan Jiayi might be pretending to be okay, so he couldn't help but say comforting words, "I didn't mean you would It poses a threat to the Sheng family, but... just..."

The language expression ability that he was proud of in the business field collapsed at this moment, and Bo Shenyan really couldn't speak harshly to those eyes that looked back at him sincerely and patiently.

"You're right." Yuan Jiayi smiled nonchalantly, bent over and rubbed his knees again, coughed just in the direction of Bo Shenyan, and said, "I was doing it because of money."

Bo Shenyan took a slow breath, took half a step back and looked at him coldly.

Finding that Bo Shenyan didn't answer, Yuan Jiayi stopped looking for trouble, twisted his ankle slightly, straightened up and walked towards the house.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Bo Shenyan was furious, grabbed Yuan Jiayi's wrist, moved backwards, and slammed him against the wall.

"Well--"

Yuan Jiayi still had injuries on his back, and was thrown in such a way that his breath was choked in his throat and he couldn't get up or down, he bowed down and coughed in pain.

When there is prejudice against him, all the things that have a bad impression of Yuan Jiayi in memory will rush out.

I heard from Sheng Lan that their mother and son are best at pretending to be pitiful to Sheng Jianghe, flaunting their might to Song Jiaoyan, often wearing a mask of being kind to others, and secretly doing the most sleazy things.

The gauze on Yuan Jiayi's face fell off, he hurriedly bent over to grab it, but Bo Shenyan pinched his wrist vigorously and pressed it against the wall, unable to move.

Although they are both grown men, their body types are quite different. Yuan Jiayi is tall but has a thin frame. Even if his hands are steady and strong during surgery, he can't compete with Bo Shenyan, who has been practicing boxing and Sanda all year round.

In addition, he was afraid of hurting his hands, so he didn't dare to use force, so he could only let Bo Shenyan firmly control his hands on top of his head.

The range of motion was limited, Yuan Jiayi's face showed fear visible to the naked eye, he tilted his head slightly to avoid Bo Shenyan's gaze, the slender neck line and the curvature of the mandible looked unusually sharp from this direction people.

"What is Mr. Bo doing?"

When Yuan Jiayi spoke, he looked fearless and his voice was calm and suppressed.

"I still want to ask you..."

Seeing that he was scared, Bo Shenyan secretly let go of some strength in his hands, his expression still unhappy, but what he hadn't finished speaking was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of Yuan Jiayi's phone in his pocket.

"Mr. Bo, I have to answer the phone."

Yuan Jiayi moved his wrist, signaling him to let go of himself first.

I don't know whether people with fair skin and sensitive skin are disadvantaged or lucky. The clearly visible purple blood vessels are covered with a thin layer of pinkish white skin, making the owner of the wrist look even more vulnerable. As the time of being let go increases, red finger marks appear.

"Hi, I'm Yuan Jiayi."

The person who was anxious to answer the phone naturally didn't notice the eyes entwined on his body and hands, and just turned his back to clear his throat, his voice was as gentle as ever.

The person on the other end of the phone talked so much and so quickly that Bo Shenyan didn't catch a word, Yuan Jiayi had already hung up the phone.

"Mr. Bo, I need to go to the hospital. You should rest at home. For dinner... I may not be back in time to make it. You...?"

Yuan Jiayi gathered his clothes, looked up at him apologetically, his waxy white teeth crushed the tiny bead of his lips.

"That won't work. I was sick and I gave you money. You are obliged to cook for me."

Bo Shenyan couldn't stand his behavior of rubbing his body, turned around and deliberately made things difficult for him.

"But the patient..." Yuan Jiayi looked into the distance in embarrassment, sighed, and then nodded, "Then I will make a quick decision and come back as soon as possible."

Without waiting for Bo Shenyan's answer, he turned around and ran out.

Bo Shenyan stared at his back for a long time, let out a muffled 'hum', saw the broken snow at his feet, and kicked him angrily.

"Doctor Yuan, you already knew that I was going to be discharged from the hospital today, why didn't you come to see me off? It made them wait here for you."

The location of the Municipal People's Hospital is right in the center of the city, backed by strong funds, and the single wards where the rich live are full of sunlight. Just standing inside, one feels refreshed and free from worries.

But this is just Yuan Jiayi's impression of this ward on weekdays.

Because at this time, he was eager to get out of here quickly, and the person leaning on the hospital bed had already been silently classified by him as the most annoying type of person.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I'm just your attending physician. The matter of hospitalization and discharge is managed by the resident physician in charge of you."

No matter how annoying this Lu Cheng was, Yuan Jiayi didn't dare to provoke him at will.

The annual medical equipment and medical engineering projects in the hospital, as well as the automated pharmacy that will be launched next year, are all invested and constructed by the Qinglu Group. This prince, with his little doctor, can't afford to offend him.

Seeing that he was standing far away, Lu Cheng sat up from the bed with an evil smile, stood on the ground again, and walked slowly towards Yuan Jiayi.

"Doctor Yuan, what are you doing so far away from me?"

"Mr. Lu... I have put your discharge procedures here. If there is nothing else, I will leave first. I wish you a speedy recovery."

The wound on Yuan Jiayi's face was not bandaged again, and he hadn't had surgery in the past few days, so he let it recover naturally. At this time, wearing a mask, a trace of blood scab inevitably appeared.

Lu Cheng's legs were still a little lame, but he was tall because of his stature. He walked up to Yuan Jiayi in a few strides, and pulled off his mask, "Doctor Yuan, what's wrong with your face?"

"Mr. Lu," Yuan Jiayi took back the mask and took two steps back, his back hit the door panel, making a loud noise, he pressed the doorknob and pressed down, ignoring his usual habit of opening the door with his hands, and squeezed out of the ward, " Mr. Bodyguard, the procedures are completed, and Mr. Lu can be discharged from the hospital."

"Yuan Jiayi," Lu Cheng walked out while holding onto the door frame, in a very bad mood, "Don't give me a damn face."

The bodyguard has followed Lu Cheng for many years, so he naturally understands what the master is thinking. Seeing Lu Cheng's attitude, he stepped forward and grabbed Yuan Jiayi's shoulders, and pushed him to the door forcefully, "Doctor Yuan, please Bar."

"I cough cough cough..."

Yuan Jiayi was in a hurry, bent over and coughed again, his throat was very itchy, coughing so urgently, he felt like vomiting for a while.

Lu Cheng took the opportunity to grab his waist and was dragged back to the ward by the bodyguards.

"No..." Yuan Jiayi grabbed the door frame, refusing to go in again.

His strength is not small, Lu Cheng is a pustule, there is only one bodyguard upstairs, and it is difficult to subdue Yuan Jiayi for a while, after he broke free, he punched Yuan Jiayi desperately in the stomach and escaped.

Yuan Jiayi ran into the safe passage, leaned against the cold wall exhaustedly, panting heavily, even his fingers were trembling slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated, and he hurriedly picked it up. Seeing the name on the screen, the anticipation in his heart instantly cooled.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and connected the phone, "Hello, Dean Feng, I'm Yuan Jiayi."

Standing in front of the dean's office, Yuan Jiayi hesitated.

According to his personality, the probability of appearing in the dean's office to drink tea is almost zero, but today he was kindly invited here.

It is impossible not to doubt.

He knocked on the door.

"Ohara? Come in."

Dean Feng Heming was once the number one caretaker in the entire North City. Now that he has become the dean, he no longer touches the scalpel, but picks up the microphone and flowers, and appears in front of various screens to give a speech with a smile .

"Dean Feng, you..."

Yuan Jiayi pushed the door open and walked in. After passing the door, he stopped, and his eyes fell on the man who was sitting swaggeringly in the room.

Lu Cheng rested his arms on the back of the large sofa in Feng Heming's office, waved his hands at Yuan Jiayi with eyes full of arrogance, and said with a smile, "Hi, Doctor Yuan, so soon~ we meet again."

Feng Heming drank his tea slowly, without looking at Yuan Jiayi again, as if he didn't intend to participate in their affairs.

Yuan Jiayi swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his face full of defense.

"Dean Feng, do you think my legs need professional doctors to take care of them so that they can heal faster?"

Lu Cheng admired Yuan Jiayi's fear for a while with great interest, then turned his head and said to Feng Heming.

Feng Heming has been immersed in the workplace for many years. As soon as Lu Cheng said this, coupled with the emphatic word 'close', he naturally understood the meaning of the words, and quickly catered to him, "Mr. Lu is right, there is a professional person If you come to take care of food, clothing and daily life, you will surely recover faster, after all, if the Qinglu Group is missing Mr. Lu for a day, the economic impact on Beicheng will be too great."

Lu Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Then, Xiao Yuan, you go home with Mr. Lu. During this period of time, it will be considered as a vacation with pay." Feng Heming stood up and walked towards Yuan Jiayi, patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of love, and moved closer, "Otherwise open you."

Yuan Jiayi's eyelashes trembled, and he grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hands behind his back.

The black gmc parked in the parking space in the basement of the hospital.

As soon as Sheng Lan got out of the car wearing a mask and sunglasses, she grabbed Bo Shenyan's arm behind her with a look of surprise.

"Oh my god, why is Jiayi like this again?"

Bo Shenyan heard the reputation and looked away.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the two people entangled in the Maybach not far away.