Chapter 605 Extra - Princess Carry
That familiar voice...
Fang Tong opened her eyes and saw Chen Ci's handsome face magnified in her vision. She hurriedly stood up and said, "Dr. Chen."
Chen Ci nodded, his eyes filled with concern: "Give me your hand, let me check your pulse."
Fang Tong refused: "It's okay, we have medicine at home, it's just a common stomach ailment."
Although she knew Chen Ci was not Chen Chu, the two looked exactly alike, and given the complicated looks from everyone present, Fang Tong naturally refused any further physical contact.
Chen Ci didn't insist: "Are you done with your work? I'll take you home."
"No need, we still need to wrap things up," Fang Tong declined. "Dr. Chen, please go ahead and get back to work."
Chen Ci hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
Watching him leave from the side, Fang Tong sat down again. A colleague brought her a glass of warm water, which she thanked and drank some of, but her stomach discomfort did not improve.
Someone came over and said, "President Chen Chu is such a nice guy. All domineering CEOs are gentlemen."
Fang Tong explained, "He's not President Chen Chu; he's President Chen Chu's younger brother, and he's a doctor."
My colleague clearly didn't believe me, smiled, and left.
Fang Tong was too lazy to explain further, as if he were trying to cover up his mistake.
After waiting for another half hour, the wedding ended, and the guests began to leave one after another.
After assigning the final tasks, Fang Tong curled up in a chair, holding a cup of warm water to calm himself down.
A colleague came over and said, "Sister Fang Tong, we can handle the rest. You can go back now."
"Yeah, anyway, there's nothing else going on, and there won't be any emergencies to deal with."
"That's right, what if you get sick? What will happen to the wedding tomorrow? We're counting on you."
Her colleagues urged her to leave, and since she really didn't have anything else to do, she picked up her bag and left.
As Fang Tong stepped out of the hotel, he was about to hail a taxi when a black SUV pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, revealing Chen Ci's handsome, angular face.
"Get in the car, I'll take you home."
Fang Tong looked around and, seeing that there were no empty taxis coming, opened the car door and got in.
"Thank you."
"You're too kind." Chen Ci started the car. "Let's go straight to the hospital."
"No." Fang Tong fastened her seatbelt, her voice weak. "Let's go to my place. I'm afraid Fang Miao will worry if I go to the hospital like this."
You are sick.
"It's just a common stomach ailment; I have some medicine at home."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Chen Ci could only agree: "Okay."
Fang Tong gave an address, which Chen Ci happened to know: "I know that area well, why don't you lean back in your chair and take a nap?"
Fang Tong nodded and politely said, "Thank you for your trouble."
Chen Ci opened his mouth: "It's nothing."
At least so far, he has no particular standing to care about her; their relationship is simply that of a doctor and a patient's family member.
He sighed inwardly and focused on driving, trying to avoid bumps while increasing his speed.
At the traffic light intersection, he turned his head to look at her and could see her slightly pale profile and tightly pursed lips. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know if she was asleep or not.
Inside the carriage, Xie Linjing's lyrical songs were playing, her voice low and gentle, each word conveying the emotions of lovesick men and women.
After a moment's hesitation, he raised his hand and turned off the music.
...
In less than an hour, the car entered the old town, where narrow roads and bungalows began to appear.
Fang Tong just opened her eyes: "Dr. Chen, just stop at the intersection ahead, you can't drive in."
"Okay." Chen Ci parked the car in a crowded parking space on the side of the road, opened the car door to pick up Fang Tong.
She came down with her bag: "Thank you for today, Dr. Chen."
Does this mean... he should leave?
Chen Ci stood still: "I'll take you inside."
"It's okay, I can manage on my own."
That being said, it was obvious to the naked eye that she was in so much pain that she could barely stand up, especially since she was wearing such high heels, giving the impression that a gust of wind could blow her over.
Chen Ci paused for a moment, and the image of Shu Tong in his mind merged with that of Fang Tong in front of him, causing a sudden pang of sadness in his heart.
He took a step forward, bent down, and picked her up.
Fang Tong was startled: "Dr. Chen..."
"I've already brought you here, I can't just leave you to fend for yourself."
Chen Ci explained, "Besides, you are a patient, and I am a doctor."
He carried her straight into the narrow alley. A faint, delicate scent of orange blossoms wafted over, adding to the flutter in Chen Ci's heart.
Shu Tong also carries this fragrance.
He glanced down at her, just in time to catch her looking at him with a complicated expression.
Both of them were stunned for a moment. Fang Tong looked away and said, "It's that door in front."
"Okay," Chen Ci replied, noticing that Fang Tong's ear tips had turned red.
Not only that, Fang Tong's heart was beating faster than ever before.
For some reason, this scene seemed to keep replaying in her mind, whether in a dream or in her imagination...
In short, the man's familiar face and the way he was carrying her in a princess carry gave her an incredibly familiar feeling.
It's as if this was the kind of relationship they were meant to have.
At the door, Chen Ci put Fang Tong down and took out her key to open the door: "I haven't been back much lately, so the house is a bit messy."
As she spoke, she pushed open the door, and Chen Ci's gaze fell upon this courtyard, and he was immediately stunned.
The courtyard in front of me is about forty or fifty square meters, planted with various flowers and plants. A small blue brick path leads from the courtyard gate to the house gate. The house is a very ordinary folk house, with about four or five rooms.
What surprised Chen Ci the most was that there was an unfinished swing set in the yard.
Similar to Wutongju.
Chen Ci helped Fang Tong into the yard, his gaze falling on the swing set. Fang Tong explained, "Fang Miao and I built it together, but he got sick before it was finished."
Chen Ci looked at the half-finished construction site and felt a pang of sadness: "When did you start building it?"
“About two months ago,” Fang Tong said. “I suddenly had a urge to get a swing set, so I drew a picture for Fang Miao, and he liked it very much.”
The two entered the house, and Chen Ci helped Fang Tong to sit down on the sofa, his gaze sweeping around the room.
To the right of the living room are two bedrooms, and to the left are the kitchen and bathroom. The style is simple and refreshing, making it a small but complete space.
"Hold out your hand, let me take a look." Chen Ci squatted down next to the sofa, looking at Fang Tong with a serious tone.
"It's just a common gastroenteritis..."
"I am a doctor," Chen Ci reiterated.
Fang Tong hesitated for a moment before handing over her hand. Chen Ci examined her carefully for a while, looked at her tongue, and asked about her symptoms.
This does indeed match the characteristics of acute gastroenteritis.
"Where's the medicine box?" Chen Ci stood up. "Let me see if there's any medicine that's suitable for the symptoms."
"It's alright, Dr. Chen, I can manage on my own..."
"I won't leave until I've made sure you're settled in properly." Chen Ci looked at her, his eyes firm: "Just think of yourself as a doctor with the heart of a parent."
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