Standing at the door of the hospital room, Qin Chao couldn't help but glance at Bo Wang inside when he saw Old Master Bo and the Butler wisely making their exit.
Master Bo, don't blame me for not saving you.
I'm also afraid of your uncle.
Inside the room, with every crisp sound of a belt, Qin Chao's heart trembled along.
In the capital, who could possibly control the little troublemaker Bo Wang?
Only Bo Wang's own uncle—Lu Xuan.
"Uncle, I was wrong!"
Lu Xuan leisurely fastened his belt, put on his white coat, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and tidied the messy hair on his forehead.
"During your recovery, copy the Analects by hand for me."
Bo Wang winced in pain and protested loudly, "Uncle, I'm 22 years old this year."
Lu Xuan ignored him, picked up Little Meat Dumpling from the floor, and said sternly, "Don't even think about finding someone to write it for you."
Watching Lu Xuan's nearly 1.9-meter-tall back, Bo Wang grumbled inwardly, "Tyrant! Dictator! Hypocrite!"
Only after Lu Xuan left did Qin Chao dare to slip into the room to comfort Bo Wang.
"Master Bo, your uncle is absolutely terrifying! Haven't you ever thought about rebelling?"
"Qin Chao." Bo Wang lay sprawled on the hospital bed like a dead fish, staring at the fluorescent light above, and murmured with his thin lips, "Do you know what my uncle did before becoming a doctor?"
This, Qin Chao truly didn't know, and he hurriedly asked, "What did he do?"
A flicker of admiration and longing flashed in Bo Wang's peach-blossom eyes.
"Come closer."
Qin Chao quickly leaned in, and as Bo Wang's thin lips moved slightly, Qin Chao exclaimed in shock, "No way? No way? No way? Your uncle…"
Bo Wang lazily plucked a fresh purple bellflower from the vase and sighed inexplicably, "My uncle is a man standing at the top of the food chain."
Qin Chao rubbed the back of his chilled head and said, "Then I'd better go buy the Analects and a notebook for you."
Qin Chao silently recited to himself: Analects, notebook, pen.
Who would have thought that Bo Wang, who was wild, domineering, and unstoppable outside, would have to copy books like an obedient student in front of Lu Xuan?
When Lu Xuan returned to the consultation room with Little Meat Dumpling, the nurse at the triage desk quickly took the child.
"Doctor Lu, your scheduled patient Ning Xi has arrived."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan's expression turned serious. "Take her for a full-body checkup and notify her to come into the consultation room."
Lu Xuan washed his hands thoroughly with disinfectant and sat upright at his desk.
Ning Xi gently knocked on the door before pushing it open and entering the consultation room.
Lu Xuan adjusted his white coat slightly and spoke in a clear, gentle voice, "Please come in."
"Hello, Doctor Lu."
Lu Xuan extended his slender fingers to adjust the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses and asked with restraint and courtesy, "What seems to be the problem? What specific symptoms are you experiencing?"
Ning Xi sat gracefully and composedly in front of Lu Xuan and spoke coolly, "Doctor Lu, could you please take a look at this medical report? Is surgery possible?"
Lu Xuan took Ning Xi's phone and looked at the screen. After a moment, he pondered slightly and said, "The phone screen is a bit small. If you don't mind, you could add me on WeChat and send me the file. I can see it more clearly on the computer screen."
Hearing Lu Xuan speak so gently, Ning Xi immediately brightened up and said, "I don't mind. Please wait a moment."
She picked up the phone on the table, scanned Lu Xuan's WeChat QR code, and sent a verification request to his phone.
After Lu Xuan accepted the verification, Ning Xi immediately sent him the report file.
Ding-dong!
The third fiancé, the gentlemanly yet degenerate Doctor Lu, is now online!
Little Meat Dumpling is not Lu Xuan's biological child.