Chen Zhiyuan knew that Xu Wendong wasn’t weak; otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent Zhao Dahua and his seven n running. But what did that an?
Even if he was incredibly strong and could take on people like Zhao Dahua,
today, they were in a hospital.
His identity was that of a doctor, soone who saves lives.
As a doctor, he had to be mindful of his words and actions at all tis and couldn’t do anything against dical ethics.
Naturally, he also couldn’t lay a hand on a patient’s family mber, especially since the other person was an idiot.
If Xu Wendong really dared to retaliate, his internship would end prematurely!
"My little hero, you’re really sothing. I almost passed out!" Ding Yao, disheveled, snuggled up in Xu Wendong’s arms. Xu Wendong’s passion lted her body and soul, but this was a hospital, so she restrained herself, controlling her strange noises to remain silent.
However, precisely because it was the hospital office, it evoked an inexplicable thrill in her.
She had never imagined doing such things in the office.
Xu Wendong was lost in pleasure: "Sis, your condition has improved significantly. It won’t be long before you can fully take in!"
Ding Yao blushed and nodded repeatedly: "When the ti cos, we’ll do it on my sofa at ho, so I can watch you coming and going."
Ding Yao understood her own condition. After being treated by Xu Wendong these few tis, she could noticeably feel a smoother breath. Moreover, after returning ho last night, she didn’t take the elevator but walked up six flights of stairs in one go.
She had never dared to dream of this because strenuous activity would make her heart rate reach 160, but yesterday, it only caused mild breathlessness.
Her smart wristwatch showed her heart rate was only 120. She knew all this was thanks to Xu Wendong. Deep down, she eagerly awaited the mont she was completely healed, anticipating Xu Wendong entering and leaving her body without restraint.
She looked forward to it, the thought alone making her feel a pang of heat.
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, a knocking sound ca from the door.
Ding Yao was startled, jumped up quickly, and while tidying up her ssy clothes, she looked toward the door, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible: "What’s up?"
A nurse’s voice ca from outside the door: "Dr. Ding, Director Chen is feeling unwell and has taken leave. He asked you to help cover his patients."
"Alright, I’m on my way." Ding Yao quickly tidied her clothes and slightly unruly long hair, then headed to the front clinic building with Xu Wendong.
The Chinese and Western dicine departnts were actually separate, but for patient convenience, a room was specially opened in the clinic building for Chinese dicine, where experts and directors regularly sat.
The Chinese dicine building behind was mainly for assisting patients with various physical therapies.
"Today, you be the attending physician, and I’ll handle recording the patient’s condition," Ding Yao said with a playful smile once they reached the clinic.
Xu Wendong hesitated: "Sister Ding, isn’t this a bit upside down?"
Ding Yao pouted: "You’ve tired out so much. Can’t I take this chance to rest?"
Normally, Ding Yao was supposed to be responsible for examining patients while Xu Wendong recorded the conditions and learned in the process—this was an intern’s duty. But the truth was Xu Wendong’s dical skills far surpassed hers; even if she wanted to teach him, her capability wasn’t enough.
So, why not be lazy?
"Okay then." Xu Wendong didn’t refuse and sat at the reception desk, pressing the device to call patients. Shortly after, a patient entered the room.
Initially, the patient doubted Xu Wendong’s dical skills due to his young age. But once Xu Wendong accurately identified his condition, the patient was imdiately convinced.
Afterward, Xu Wendong prescribed so dicine; then the patient left, and Xu Wendong again pressed the device, bringing in the next patient.
Ding Yao sat quietly beside him, watching this slightly immature yet handso, sunny young man with an enamored expression, feeling warmth within her heart.
Encountering a colleague with such extraordinary dical skills at work was indeed her luck. More fortunate was that they weren’t just together at work; in life, they were intimately connected.
However, thinking about their age difference, Ding Yao felt a sense of helplessness once more. Despite maintaining her youthful appearance, she was a full decade older than Xu Wendong.
Even though neither she nor Xu Wendong cared about the age gap, it was obvious they were destined not to be together due to her family never allowing her to have a boyfriend 12 years her junior.
"The future is too distant and filled with too many uncertainties. Carpe diem, seize the day, and that’s enough!"
With this thought, Ding Yao’s charming smile returned to her face.
At that mont.
A bald, burly man nearly two ters tall, with broad shoulders and weighing about two hundred pounds, entered supporting an elderly man.
He had a pacifier used for newborns in his mouth, wore a red bellyband, and draped a string of lollipops from the Alps around his neck. This sharply contrasted with his fierce appearance, creating a very peculiar sight.
Upon seeing this person, a trace of apprehension flashed through Ding Yao’s beautiful eyes. She lowered her voice and said into Xu Wendong’s ear: "This guy is called King Kong. His father suffers from ankylosing spondylitis and is Chen Zhiyuan’s patient. But King Kong is ntally impaired, temperantal, and has previously beaten Chen Zhiyuan."
"I suppose Chen Zhiyuan’s sudden leave today is related to King Kong. He’s probably using King Kong to cause you trouble."
Ding Yao had previously felt that Chen Zhiyuan’s sudden leave was quite unusual. Seeing King Kong made her instantly guess Chen Zhiyuan’s intentions. He was definitely up to no good.
Xu Wendong also sensed the situation was tricky. He could tell that this guy called King Kong was acting oddly, the type of person prone to sudden violence.
Although he wasn’t afraid, as a doctor, fighting with King Kong could worsen already sensitive doctor-patient relations.
Chen Zhiyuan might even use it as an excuse to kick him out of the hospital.
At this mont, King Kong helped his stiff-walking father onto the chair beside Xu Wendong. With the pacifier still in his mouth, he mumbled: "Where’s that Chen guy? Get him out here. Only he can treat my dad; I don’t trust anyone else."
Though he spoke indistinctly, his voice was loud and clear.
"Don’t be rude to the doctor," Jin Jianyuan scolded his son sternly, then apologized: "Doctor, I’m sorry. My son is developntally delayed and doesn’t know any manners. Please don’t take it to heart."
"Since Director Chen isn’t here, may I trouble you to have a look at my body?" Though aware of Xu Wendong’s youthful appearance, he had heard from other patients outside that the new, young doctor was skilled and could diagnose their ailnts with a single glance.
So, why not give Xu Wendong a try?
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