Can a phone call really betray your dignity as a doctor!
Tong Yan recalled the earlier scene and really wanted to cry.
Half an hour ago, the servant brought the al to Tong Yan’s room. Her eyes lit up, and she rolled up her sleeves, ready to eat, but was stopped by Bo Yimo standing aside.
Tong Yan looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Emperor Bo, what’s your deal with not letting eat! Are you trying to stir up trouble!
She watched with open eyes as Bo Yimo walked to her bedside, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took a bite of food, and brought it to her mouth saying, "Open up."
A mundane gesture, yet he did it with the grace of a noble prince, every move elegant and eye-catching.
His voice was gentle and indulgent, as if wanting to imrse soone in it.
How could there be soone like him, flawless from head to toe, perfect enough to make soone scream.
Tong Yan was completely stiff, chanically opening her mouth, as a bite of food was fed into her mouth, she chanically chewed and swallowed.
When she finished the second bite, she suddenly snapped out of it; she didn’t feel well all of a sudden.
Emperor Bo was feeding her?
The actor was actually feeding her!
And she already had two bites!
Tong Yan started doubting her life, this must not be real!
When he attempted to feed her the third bite, Tong Yan quickly refused, "Young Master Mo, I can feed myself, I can feed myself."
Bo Yimo’s voice was deep, "You’re injured."
Tong Yan couldn’t help but twitch her lips, "It’s a foot injury, foot injury, I can still feed myself."
Bo Yimo frowned, "An injury is still an injury."
Tong Yan held her forehead, she doesn’t eat with her foot. "Young Master Mo, I really can feed myself."
Bo Yimo’s lips curled, the calm eyes rippling, "The doctor says you shouldn’t move."
Tong Yan looked to the sky, she suddenly felt she couldn’t communicate with Emperor Bo to save her life!
Is this the difference between the great and the common folk!
My foot shouldn’t move, what’s it got to do with my hands!
As she was hesitating, she saw him starting to make a phone call.
Huh? Who is the actor calling?
At this mont, the person he still rembers to contact must be soone...
Before she could finish thinking, she heard Bo Yimo set the call to speakerphone.
The call quickly connected, a familiar voice said, "Young Master Bo."
Bo Yimo gently replied, "Shouldn’t move, does that an not moving at all?"
Dean Liu, hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief, well at least it wasn’t sothing serious, quickly said, "No, Young Master Bo, it’s more like..." Thinking of his need to perform well before Young Master Bo, he made his explanation more detailed.
Bo Yimo’s voice dropped several degrees, "What did you say."
Dean Liu’s voice suddenly stopped, from the sound of it, Young Master Bo didn’t seem very happy, did he just ss up by flattering the wrong way?
If this isn’t the answer he wanted, then...
Dean Liu chuckled a few tis, "Old age makes one forgetful, Young Master Bo is right, Miss Tong’s injury is severe, indeed she must not move at all."
Tong Yan: ...
Honestly, Dean Liu, have you no integrity left?
Isn’t it bold to lie through your teeth like this?
Where is your dignity as the Dean of the City Hospital?
Eaten by a dog?
Bo Yimo hung up the phone, a smile curving his lips, "You heard that."
Heard what crap!
She didn’t want to hear any of this at all!
"Be good, listen." Bo Yimo’s voice was gentle, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, continuing to feed her.
Tong Yan: ...
What else could she say?
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