"Hospital."
Although the Fu family hired Song Chu at a high salary, he would still see patients, but only on a smaller schedule. The Fu family didn't have anyone sick every day, and since his family had been practicing medicine for generations, he couldn't be there for the Fu family around the clock.
Song Chu made it clear before signing the contract.
The Fu family allowed him to work at the hospital, but he had to be available at any time. If there was a conflict between the two families and the hospital's patients were more seriously ill, the hospital's patients would be treated first, while the Fu family's patients would be treated more seriously. In that case, the patients would be handed over to the deputy and he would go to the Fu family's hospital.
His deputy, He Nanxi, coincidentally, was a longtime friend of Fu Jinchuan.
Their specialty is Western medicine surgery, which is the hospital's flagship specialty.
Later, at a conference on the exchange between traditional Chinese and Western medicine, he was explaining acupuncture when a distinguished person was brought to the hospital in critical condition. His pupils were already dilated, and no amount of treatment could save him.
Song Chu examined the pulse and believed there was still a glimmer of hope.
He took out his set of needles, kept the patient alive, and finally pulled him back from the brink of death. From then on, He Nanxi wanted to learn from him.
He wanted to become Song Chu's apprentice, but Song Chu refused.
He Nanxi kept pestering him. It just so happened that the Fu family offered a lot of money to hire him, but he might not be able to take care of both sides. He really needed to teach one of them, so that if a situation arose where he was in a difficult position, the other person could step in.
Traditional Chinese medicine relies on diligence and understanding; it's not something you can master just by learning it. At least during his years at the hospital, Song Chu didn't see any of his colleagues or subordinates possessing any extraordinary talent; they were all quite conventional.
He Nanxi was just average in his eyes.
But a little smarter than those.
So they agreed to make him their deputy, but didn't take on any apprentices.
Oh, oh.
nod.
Song Chu smiled and said, "Let's go eat. See you the day after tomorrow."
The wick nodded again.
After Song Chu left, Fu Jinchuan received a call from his grandfather. He couldn't hang up, or he would be scolded. The old man threatened him with his own health, forcing him to go home and apologize to Nan Yu. Fu Jinchuan could only reluctantly agree.
He hung up the phone, his face grim, as if someone owed him billions.
Bai Cheng was in his office. She was in her early twenties, as tender as a scallion, delicate and innocent, similar to Nan Yu. She looked mostly cute, but didn't seem pretentious or effeminate.
She peeled an orange and handed it to Fu Jinchuan. She seemed to be hiding her sadness very well, but Fu Jinchuan could still tell at a glance, and he felt even more guilty.
Bai Cheng bit her lip, swallowed the tears in her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Jinchuan, I'm fine. Go back and apologize."
Fu Jinchuan grasped Bai Cheng's other hand, which was resting at her side, and said with deep remorse, "I'm sorry."
Bai Cheng's smile was more like a grimace as she shook her head: "As long as you like me, I can accept not having a formal relationship. No need to apologize, I love you."
The more sensible and generous he was, the deeper Fu Jinchuan's guilt became, and the more he loathed the one at home. He hated her whenever he thought of her, yet his gaze fell on Bai Cheng, giving off such a affectionate feeling.
"I will divorce him, give me some time."
Bai Cheng nodded, sat affectionately on Fu Jinchuan's lap, and kissed him on the cheek. Fu Jinchuan's lips twitched for a moment with a forced smile, but he didn't refuse.
"Jinchuan, would you share a room with him?"
Fu Jinchuan's eyes instantly hardened with anger, and he couldn't hide the disgust in them. "No, I find him disgusting!"
Bai Cheng hugged Fu Jinchuan even tighter, and once again asked understandingly, "What if Grandpa Fu forces you?"
Fu Jinchuan: "No, I've already heard from Grandpa about marrying him. Whether we sleep together or not is my decision, and no one can interfere. Chengcheng, I won't let you suffer. Can it be two years at most?"
Fearing that Bai Cheng would find it too long, he looked at him with caution at the end.
Bai Cheng was naturally unwilling, but he still tried to force a smile and put on a virtuous and magnanimous appearance.
"I knew you were the best, but I don't want to make things difficult for you. I know Grandpa Fu doesn't like me, but it's okay, Jinchuan. As long as you care about me and spend more time with me, I'll be content."
Fu Jinchuan couldn't understand what kind of mind-altering drug his grandfather had been given.
Bai Cheng is smart and beautiful, knows how to conduct herself, graduated from a well-known foreign university, and created her own clothing brand. She is excellent in every way, so why doesn't Grandpa like her?
What's so good about Southern Jade?
Does liking someone mean that that person has to like him back?
They even took advantage of the kindness shown to them.
If it weren't for the fact that he used the excuse of saving his grandfather to force him to marry him, Fu Jinchuan would still have a good impression of him, after all, he was his grandfather's savior. But this forced marriage...
All that's left is disgust.
"I'm sorry, I've made you suffer."
"I'm not wronged."
He said he wasn't aggrieved, but tears were already welling up in his eyes. Fu Jinchuan felt heartbroken seeing this and put his arm around the boy's waist.
Half an hour later.
After venting her grievances, Bai Cheng sniffed and said, "Jinchuan, you'd better hurry home now, or Grandpa Fu will be angry with you again."
Fu Jinchuan affectionately patted Bai Cheng's head.
...
The Fu family's old residence.
When Fu Jinchuan returned, he saw Old Master Fu sitting in the living room.
He had a dignified expression.
An annoying figure was sitting next to me.
Upon seeing Nan Yu, the man's face immediately darkened.
After a cold, harsh tone, he called out, "Grandpa."
Old Master Fu slammed his cane on the ground twice, his face stern:
"Who gave you permission to leave last night? On your wedding night, you took advantage of Xiaoyu's inability to speak, didn't you! Fu Jinchuan, if you still consider this old man your grandfather, apologize to Xiaoyu right now!"
Fu Jinchuan glanced at the boy sitting to the side with disgust.
At this moment, in his eyes, everything Nan Yu did seemed pretentious.
"I've already married him, and I've wronged Bai Cheng to marry him. What more do you want from me? Can men even have children? If I sleep with him, will he give you a great-grandson or a great-granddaughter?"
Fu Jinchuan has been aloof since childhood and doesn't like to interact with girls. His sexual orientation changed because of Bai Cheng, and he won't listen to anything anyone says. The old man is angry, but there's really nothing that can be done about it.
He didn't like Bai Cheng, but he found Nan Yu pleasing to the eye.
Anyway, the grandson firmly stated that he wanted to marry a man.
Marrying Nan Yu is worse than marrying Bai Cheng.
The original owner's affection for his grandson was ardent and sincere; the love he always showed was genuine. Bai Cheng, whom Old Master Fu had also met, seemed innocent yet calculating. If Fu Jinchuan ran out of money, it was uncertain whether he would still be with him.
"I'm not going to argue with you about anything else. Apologize to Xiaoyu."
"What did I do wrong? Why should I apologize? Who do you think you are? Can't you see how wronged I am?"
[Host, pretend, act until he dies]
Once we know the truth, if the punishment years really are gone, we can accumulate points. The more enjoyable it is, the more points we get. Points can be exchanged for items, or we can add them to our beauty stats if we want.
I didn't want to pretend; I just wanted Fu Jinchuan to be scolded.
but……
Her little face was anxious as she gestured towards Old Master Fu in sign language:
Grandpa, it was my fault. Please don't scold Brother Jinchuan. If Brother Jinchuan doesn't want to apologize, he doesn't have to. I'm fine.
Grandpa Fu: "Xiaoyu has been kind to our family!"
Fu Jinchuan said coldly, "I can give him money if he's done me a favor! How much? Fifty million? Not enough for a hundred million? Even if it's not enough for two hundred million, that should be enough to repay this favor!"
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