"Today was Miss Fang's first day of seeing patients, and she encountered a man causing trouble." Han Qing lowered his head and reported everything that happened today to Shen Yuhan in detail.
After listening to the details, Shen Yuhan could almost imagine what Fang Qingyue looked like today.
His brows relaxed slightly, but his tone remained cold: "Tell me, does that man plan to cause trouble in the pharmacy again in a few days?"
"That's true. But Miss Fang seems very confident, as if she is sure that she can cure that person."
Shen Yuhan tapped lightly on the table with his slender knuckles.
Since Fang Qingyue has already handled the matter, he shouldn't interfere.
However, thinking of how tall and strong the man was, he became hesitant.
As a secret guard, Han Qing was not in a position to intervene.
If his secret guards reveal their identities, they will have to commit suicide to apologize.
The tapping hand stopped and pressed lightly on the table.
Shen Yuhan stood up and headed towards the Fang family's old house.
At the same time, Fang Qingyue was also on her way home.
She only saw two patients in the clinic during her entire day.
One was Zhao Wu, and the other was a little kid. He accidentally hurt his leg, but it wasn't serious, so his mother asked him to apply medicine.
He took one look at Zhong Fang Qingyue and refused to leave.
His mother couldn't persuade him any more, so she asked Fang Qingyue to apply medicine on him. The medicine was also prepared by the old doctor.
However, Fang Qingyue wasn't discouraged. She already knew that the people of Dazheng looked down on women. Furthermore, she hadn't cured any patients on her first day, so it was difficult to gain their trust.
In a few days, the situation will be much better.
As long as Zhao Wu's disease can be cured, it will be the best publicity.
Moreover, Fang Qingyue felt that although Zhao Wu had a face full of flesh, he might have a pretty good-looking face.
The more she thought about it, the happier she became. When she walked to the door of the old house, she saw Shen Yuhan standing there.
Shen Yuhan raised his head slightly and looked at the couplet posted outside the door of the old house.
The couplet had been posted several years ago. The original bright red paper had faded, leaving only the tattered paper that was white.
His back was tall, but Fang Qingyue stopped for some reason and stood there looking at Shen Yuhan.
Noticing her gaze, Shen Yuhan turned around and looked at her.
The moment the door opened, Fang Qingyue was pushed in by Shen Yuhan. The door was suddenly closed, and then she was pressed against it.
The intense kiss was like a violent storm, falling on her fair face, seductive ears, and crimson lips.
Sucking her tender lips, Shen Yuhan's blood suddenly surged.
He lifted Fang Qingyue up with one hand, letting her hang on him, her arms tightly around his neck.
"...Sir..." Fang Qingyue was sucked to the point of losing her mind. Her starry eyes were filled with water as she stared at him, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Shen Yuhan closed the door, carried Fang Qingyue in his arms and walked towards her boudoir.
He kicked the door shut and ruthlessly tore off Fang Qingyue's clothes.
It rained heavily at the Fang family's old house at night.
The drizzle fell on the petals, breaking them into pieces.
The air was filled with a light sweet fragrance, perhaps even a hint of milk.
Dewdrops rolled down the petals, fell onto the ground, and soaked it.
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After the spring rain, Fang Qingyue leaned weakly in Shen Yuhan's arms, burying her face in his chest.
Shen Yuhan opened his mouth hoarsely: "I heard that someone came to your clinic to cause trouble today?"
Fang Qingyue blinked, thinking carefully about what had happened during the day, and said gently: "It's not really a disturbance. It's probably just that the patient has not been cured many times, and we are a little too anxious."
"Don't you need my help?" Shen Yuhan frowned.
His chest was shaking, and Fang Qingyue could hear the emphasis of every breath.
She climbed up from Shen Yuhan, her voice tinged with laughter: "It's such a small matter, so I won't bother you, sir."
Shen Yuhan couldn't help but frown and looked straight at Fang Qingyue.
This woman became his concubine and asked for nothing. This was enough to make Shen Yuhan suspicious.
Could it be that she is related to the Rongdi people?
Thinking of this, Shen Yuhan narrowed his eyes dangerously, as if he was about to do something the next moment.
Noticing that Shen Yuhan was in a bad mood, Fang Qingyue smiled and glanced at the broken window.
Through the cracks in the window paper, I could see the yard, covered with grass and rocks, a desolate scene. "If you really want to help me, please find someone to help repair the ancestral home."
She said softly, "The yard is overgrown with vegetation, and I wonder if there are snakes or insects hiding there. I'm not that scared of them, but if I were bitten a few times, I wouldn't be able to bear it."
The main reason she got involved with Shen Yuhan was to avoid being killed.
But if no request is made for too long, Shen Yuhan might become suspicious.
"Yes." Shen Yuhan nodded readily, "I'll let my subordinates handle this matter."
"Thank you very much, Your Highness." Fang Qingyue's lips curled into a smile, clean and clear, with a subtle charm.
Shen Yuhan was relieved of a worry, and when he saw Fang Qingyue's appearance, a small fire ignited in his eyes again.
He pressed Fang Qingyue's shoulders and pushed her towards the mattress, his tone particularly contemptuous: "Go pick out some soft quilts later, and ask me for the money."
The bed was too hard and Fang Qingyue's skin was too tender, so the intense sex inevitably left a few bruises on her body.
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