Wife?

Jin Xue was stunned for a moment before closing the document and walking over to look at Jiang Yu.

His expression didn't change, and he didn't look painful.

Suddenly, Jin Xue began to unbutton Jiang Yu's hospital gown.

Jiang Yu narrowed his eagle eyes and looked at Jin Xue, "Mrs. Jiang, are you so impatient? I'm already a patient, are you so impatient to do me here?"

Giving Jiang Yu a blank look, Jin Xue asked, "Does your chest hurt?"

A hint of interest flashed in Jiang Yu's eagle eyes. "How can it not hurt if I use a knife?"

"If the pain is unbearable, I can prescribe you painkillers."

Jiang Yu frowned, his eyes darkening. "Can you treat a disease? I'm talking about stomach pain. What does it have to do with chest pain?"

Jin Xue glanced at Jiang Yu with sharp eyes. Suddenly, she pressed Jiang Yu's abdomen several times and asked at the same time: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt! Mrs. Jiang, is it okay for you to touch me like this?"

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"You put your hands on my abdominal muscles without my consent. What do you mean?"

Displeased, Jin Xue glared at Jiang Yu coldly.

At this moment, she really wanted to sew Jiang Yu's mouth shut.

"You're the one who's always bothering me! Since you're so dissatisfied with me, I'll notify the director to come see you."

"You need to ask the director for help on such a small matter, Mrs. Jiang, can you do it?"

Jin Xue's anger was ignited, and she glared at Jiang Yu fiercely.

In an instant, her face turned black.

"Don't be so narcissistic, okay? I have no interest in you. I look at every patient as if they were a blank sheet of paper. So, you are the same blank sheet of paper in my eyes. Please don't flatter yourself. If you have abdominal pain, it's basic common sense for a doctor to press your abdomen. If you don't understand, just shut up!"

Raising his eyebrows, Jiang Yu's face was cold and emotionless. "I've touched and pressed it, Mrs. Jiang. What's your diagnosis?"

"There's nothing unusual about your abdomen. If you're worried, I can prescribe some tests for you."

"It wasn't very painful, and it doesn't hurt now."

Jin Xue pursed her lips in displeasure and glared at Jiang Yu unhappily.

Jiang Yu stared at Jin Xue in a sly manner, "Mrs. Jiang, how long are you going to admire my abs? Are you still reluctant to button my shirt for me?"

Restraining her anger, Jin Xue buttoned Jiang Yu's clothes and said, "It's not that painful. Just observe for a while. If it hurts again, call me."

Jiang Yu was silent, his expression was not very good, and his brows were furrowed.

Jin Xue sat back on the sofa and was about to continue writing the script when Jiang Yu said he had a stomachache again.

Jin Xue said in a cold voice, accompanied by anger: "Is it real pain or fake pain? Is it fun to play like this?"

Jiang Yu replied seriously, "It really hurts! It's the kind that comes and goes, but it's not life-threatening. It will pass if you endure it. However, I still feel uncomfortable in my stomach, as if it's empty."

Jin Xue lifted Jiang Yu's hospital gown and pressed his abdomen again.

Jiang Yu has wheat-colored skin and six-pack abs. He does have a great body, but to her, these are nothing and are not the main focus at all.

"Does it hurt when you press like this?"

"It doesn't hurt!" A trace of fluctuation flashed across Jiang Yu's cold face.

itch!

His breathing became a little erratic.

He regretted not rejecting Jin Xue's pressure in time.

Jin Xue listened to Jiang Yu's abdomen with a stethoscope. A trace of disgust flashed across her eyes. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Jiang Yu opened his thin lips slightly, his voice dull, "I'm really hungry, what should I do?"

"You haven't passed gas yet, so you still can't eat."

Jiang Yu's veins practically popped as he snapped, "I just have a stomachache. This is your responsibility."