Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 637: The Competition Continues (2)

Aunt Gu smiled, "Okay, no problem. You seem very young, probably not even thirty, so it’s perfectly fine for you to call ol’ auntie."

"I am over thirty," Tang Sili said.

"Is there anything I can help with, doctor?" Aunt Gu asked.

Consequently, Tang Sili glanced at the things in the room and said, "We might need to bring over a fresh basin of hot water. I need to wash my hands before giving her an injection."

"Right," Aunt Gu promptly left to do so.

Therefore, Tang Sili sowhat blankly watched Aunt Gu’s retreating figure. Originally, he had intended for her to find soone to fetch the water, rather than doing such strenuous work herself—after all, she was of an age where it was inconvenient to engage in physical labor.

Aunt Gu, a woman who spent her whole life tending to heavy chores from a young age, wouldn’t have thought of these concerns.

"Is she a good person?"

The voice suddenly ca from behind himself.

Tang Sili slowly, and with great calm, turned around to see the girl who should have been feverish and unconscious, opening her bright, shiny black eyes and looking at him.

Clearly, at this mont, her eyes were lucid and she was fully conscious.

Zhao ngjin was awake, had been awake the whole ti.

Unable to sleep.

Tang Sili said, "In a mont, I’ll give you so dicine so that you can sleep better. That way, your fever might go down more easily."

Zhao ngjin just fixed him with her bright, black eyes, unmoving, "We just t yesterday—"

"I ntioned who my boss is."

"You didn’t answer my question just now—"

Hearing this, Tang Sili couldn’t help but curve the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that was both ambiguous and noncommittal, "What, are you afraid I’ll treat her badly? Have ulterior motives? She’s my boss’s mother-in-law. How many guts do you think I have to even attempt such a thing?"

"I only know that you are, supposedly, a very scary person," Zhao ngjin said.

Tang Sili took out a thermoter, shook it, and readied to take her temperature again, saying, "Open your mouth."

Zhao ngjin looked suspiciously at his action, "I can take an armpit temperature."

"Armpit temperature isn’t as accurate as oral temperature. A doctor’s advice isn’t wrong. Unless you would prefer a rectal temperature?"

Rectal temperature?

After a mont, Zhao ngjin suddenly realized the implication behind his words, her face flushing red with a mix of embarrassnt and anger, she said, "I knew you were doing that on purpose. You are very cunning, very deceitful."

Seizing the mont when she opened her mouth, Tang Sili, without a second thought, popped the thermoter into her mouth, saying, "Bite it, do not speak."

Thus, he could finally keep this miss, who seed quite fond of picking at him, quiet for a few minutes.

With the thermoter forced in her mouth, Zhao ngjin could only continue to glare at him with her bright, black eyes.

Aunt Gu brought over the hot water.

Tang Sili washed his hands, then opened up his own dical kit.

Inside, there were gloves, syringes and needles, dications, and also, surgical tools.

Aunt Gu, seeing the gleaming surgical knife, couldn’t help but feel her heart rate quicken.

Let alone Zhao ngjin, a young girl, who promptly closed her eyelids tight.

"Have you had an injury to your wrist before?" Tang Sili said.

Zhao ngjin opened her mouth to let him remove the thermoter so she could talk, "How did you know?"

Need she ask? He was a great doctor, omnipotent, a healer of all maladies—otherwise, how could he serve as the royal physician to Young Master Xiao.

The look Tang Sili gave her clearly conveyed just that.

Zhao ngjin couldn’t help but curl the corner of her mouth.