Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan was familiar with the road, and directly kicked the door of one of the consultation rooms.

The people inside    didn't know what they were talking to the little nurse, and the little nurse's cheeks were flushed. Hearing the sound, the two turned their heads at the same time. The man in the white coat touched people, but the deceiving baby face didn't change at all, "Zhiyan, can you stop opening the door so rudely every time you come, those who don't know think I'm being sought for revenge. Already? The one you're holding in your arms...?"

   Qin Fang's voice stopped abruptly.

   What did he see!

  Fu Zhiyan was holding a woman in his arms!

   That curve, that hair, even though his back is turned to him, there is nothing wrong with being a woman!

   Qin Fang was spartan, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief to make sure he didn't see dizziness. Fu Zhiyan was indeed holding a woman in his arms!

   "Stop talking, have you figured it out?"

  Fu Zhiyan ignored him, pulled out the chair and sat down, lifting Han Xiaoye's trousers, "Help her see if any bones are hurt."

Qin Fang reflexively checked, and after a few glances, he regained his senses, something was wrong, he raised his head depressedly, the small dimples on his cheeks loomed, "I'll stop talking, you should go directly to the orthopaedic department for such a small problem. Can't you? I'm also a first-class internal medicine expert in China. Don't you think it's a bit overkill if you show me a bruise?"

   Complained on the lips, but the movements of the hands were quick. After the preliminary examination, he tried to touch the injured part of Han Xiaoye, and heard a suppressed gasp. Raising her eyebrows, she maliciously lifted her calf up and down.

   Sure enough, she felt the injured person's calf tighten in pain, but she didn't say a word except for the first gasp.

   Qin Fang was a little surprised. Soft tissue contusions like this didn't seem like a big problem, but the pain was fatal.

   The particularly injured place is at the bone and joint. Every time you move it, it is like tearing the healed wound open again, which is very painful.

   He just moved a few times on purpose, but this woman didn't say a word, and her stubborn temper was somewhat similar to that of her little niece. No wonder he was able to make Zhi Yan look at him differently.

He retracted his hand and tapped the joint a few times with a small wooden hammer. He said without hesitation, "There is no major problem with the bones, but the ligament and soft tissue are damaged. Her kind of direct violent blow or impact on the part of the limb will cause the subcutaneous tissue, Muscle, tendon and other injuries have caused the phenomenon of congestion, and the skin is broken, so plaster cannot be used. I will give her some medicinal wine, and then I will rub it as much as I need to endure the pain, and the congestion will be opened, and it will be good. Soon."

  Qin Fang neatly turned the chair back to the computer, gave a prescription, and asked the previous little nurse to get the medicine. He moved back and looked curiously at the person who had always buried his head in Fu Zhiyan's arms, and said, "By the way, you haven't introduced it yet. This is...?"

   The woman who can be carried by an estranged friend like an ice cube must have two brushes. He was curious, who could pry open the iceberg's heart.

  Han Xiaoye wanted to bury himself, but in the current situation, hiding is useless. She raised her head stiffly and stretched out her hand, "Long time no see, Doctor Qin."

   "Little, little niece?!"

   Without the camouflage of heavy makeup, although her face has grown, she can still see what she looked like three years ago, it's Han Xiaoye! It's just that compared to three years ago, she is a little more delicate and beautiful than a little woman. It used to look painful, but now it looks like a recruit!

   Sure enough... There is only one person who can make Fu Zhiyan out of control.

   Now, the way he looked at Han Xiaoye's shocking knee was a little wrong. How did he look at it? It looked like he was watching the scene of domestic violence. After a few seconds, he took back his gaze and regained his sloppy appearance. He smiled, "Little niece, is it fun to go abroad?"

  Han Xiaoye felt that Qin Fang was mocking her, "...very good."

   In fact, it was not good at all. When she went abroad, she only had 1065 yuan on her body, which was still on the bank card, and she did not dare to withdraw it. She only had the money to go abroad by relying on Mo Qi's remittance from abroad to the account they opened in Mo Qi's name a long time ago. With the money, she didn't dare to take a plane, so she followed a group, and took a five or six-day boat to go abroad before she dared to buy a plane ticket and fly to find Mo Qi.

   Even more unfortunate is that Mo Qi had an urgent matter to return to China within two months of finding someone. After leaving her the house and a sum of money, he left in a hurry.

   Her bad English at that time was only suitable for exams, and she couldn't even straighten her tongue when she went out to communicate. In a foreign country, with no relatives, her life is simply a miserable mess, and she can take pictures of Les Miserables.

  Qin Fang glanced at the man who always had a cold face, and smiled slightly, "It's good abroad, but a certain..."

   "Qin Fang." A faint sentence.

The man in the white coat had already shut his mouth and raised his hand, "OK. For soft tissue contusions like this, try to avoid getting water in these days. Also, if you don't want to leave scars, the little niece should not eat soy sauce for the past two days. Something like that would be good.”

   The little nurse has already brought in the medicine, Fu Zhiyan picked up the medicine, picked up the person in his arms again, and walked out directly.

   When the two were gone, he sighed.

  The little niece is back, wake up... alas...

   Soon, he forgot all that and sent Suri a text message.

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   After coming out of the hospital, Fu Zhiyan drove the car to a high-end elevator apartment in the city center.

   On the 12th floor, he put down the person he was carrying, took out the key and opened the door, "Come in."

  Han Xiaoye squeezed the plastic bag holding the medicine in his hand, and didn't move, "That, little uncle, thank you today, I'd better go back first." She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she couldn't help but entangled him again.

  "..." Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes narrowed, his arrogant jaw tightened, and he pulled her in directly.

   At first glance, it is a black and white simple decoration, about 200 square meters, which is almost exactly the same as the decoration of the villa in Ruishi.

   He casually unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up half of his sleeves, revealing a handsome wrist. The indifferent gaze fell on the little woman who was standing there unfit, twisted the door of a room, and pulled her in.

   "Sit down by the bed and roll up your pants first."

   "Uncle..." Han Xiaoye pressed his heart, which had never stopped beating along the way, and pursed his lips to refuse, "I'd better apply the medicine myself."

Fu Zhiyan took out two glasses from the cabinet, poured her a glass of warm water, and passed it to her, neither salty nor bland, "Didn't you call me little uncle? I should do the medicine for you. "