But that person is Bai Cheng, so it can only be said that Fu Jinchuan is tolerant.
After all, seeing his face makes me feel guilty.
"How did you twist your ankle? I'll take you to the hospital."
He hurriedly picked up the boy.
Bai Cheng was like a delicate and fragile omega. Fu Jinchuan picked him up, and he wrapped his fair arms around the man's neck, tears streaming down his face as he murmured an apology:
"I was distracted while walking, I'm sorry. Did Grandpa Fu say anything to you? It's all my fault for panicking. I could have called 120, but I called you instead. Jinchuan, I'm sorry."
Fu Jinchuan's tightly furrowed brows never relaxed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't say much."
Fu Jinchuan carried Bai Cheng to the sofa, called his friend He Nanxi, stared at the boy's swollen ankle, and said in annoyance, "Chunshan Jing, it's urgent, come over quickly!"
He hung up after saying that.
He Nanxi: ?
He glared at her, but there was nothing he could do. He'd also taken money from Fu Jinchuan and played along well. Looking at Song Chu, who was teaching, He Nanxi smiled obsequiously, clasped her hands together, then tremblingly raised her right hand and said in a timid voice:
"Teacher, could you please save this for next time? I... I have something to do right now."
Song Chu narrowed his eyes, pointing to the thin stick on the blackboard in his hand. It had a mechanism that allowed it to extend and retract. The man placed the stick against the podium, his palm on the top of the stick, his body leaning slightly forward. Although his eyes were curved, they were full of sternness.
He Nanxi is usually quite arrogant.
In front of Song Chu, he just couldn't muster that energy.
Perhaps they genuinely admired his talent and learning.
The other party convinced him completely.
After all, what student isn't afraid of their teacher?
"You can't manage your own time properly, and now you expect me to make way for you? Is there a critically ill patient in the East District?"
Song Chu thought that probably not.
He Nanxi has professional ethics. If a critically ill patient comes and needs him, he will rush out immediately. After all, a doctor's duty is to save lives, not to act like a cowardly elementary school student, raising his hand guiltily and saying he wants to interrupt the class.
He had to pester Song Chu for this lesson, and even paid 50,000 yuan, before Song Chu would give him one-on-one tutoring for an hour. Only half an hour had passed...
Song Chu appeared calm on the surface, but He Nanxi knew he was angry. Panicked, she quickly shook her head.
"It's alright, it's alright, please continue."
Song Chu straightened up, retracted the teaching stick to the length of a pen, and said:
“If it’s important, you can go now. I don’t want this to happen again.”
Song Chu told him to leave, but He Nanxi hesitated to go.
“I have a friend who has a cough, and his wife catches colds all the time. She even calls me for help with a minor cut. This time it was quite urgent, but it shouldn't be a big problem, otherwise he would have taken her to the hospital himself.”
"You know the teacher too."
Song Chu didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, but He Nanxi said that she knew him too, and raised her thick eyebrows slightly.
He Nanxi: "Fu Jinchuan."
He Nanxi knew that Song Chu had been hired by the Fu family with a high salary.
After all, he and Fu Jinchuan used to be so close that they were practically inseparable, and they knew a lot about each other.
All things considered, Song Chu received the most money and should be the one called to go see a doctor. The reason Fu Jinchuan didn't call Song Chu even once was because Song Chu had a bad temper.
Don't be fooled by his polite demeanor and occasional smiles.
If someone violates a principled issue, something as simple as a scrape or a cut that can be easily fixed with a band-aid, and dares to call him over, Song Chu can immediately take off his sign and leave.
The old man won't care anymore.
The Fu family valued his medical skills, especially since the old man needed them. Fu Jinchuan dared not order him around, so errands were usually run by He Nanxi, the unfortunate one.
Song Chu receives 100 million a year, while He Nanxi and Fu Jinchuan each receive 12 million a year. They consult him on everything, big or small, concerning Bai Cheng.
He Nanxi can be quite annoying sometimes.
Bai Cheng is a man; even if he were a woman, he shouldn't be so delicate.
But if you're taking someone's money, you can only swallow your anger.
"His lover? His wife?" Song Chu asked, speaking rather quickly.
He quickly rejected the answer; given Fu Jinchuan's attitude towards the boy, he probably wouldn't even help collect his body if he died.
Song Chu didn't know much about their relationship.
But I heard that Fu Jinchuan has one.
It must be him.
He Nanxi: "I was supposed to become your wife, but someone intercepted me halfway through. Now I'm so pitiful."
Song Chu frowned: "What?"
"Teacher, didn't you see Fu's new husband when you went to the Fu family? He's quite shrewd, and I heard he's mute." He Nanxi first met Nan Yu at the wedding. She was indeed beautiful, and seemed to resemble Bai Cheng a bit.
They all have oval faces, big eyes, and look very innocent.
He Nanxi was speechless at Nan Yu's interference.
It's like a Cheng Yaojin suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
Song Chu's eyes darkened. "You call yourself a doctor? You enjoy gossiping about others behind their backs?"
He Nanxi: "..."
Song Chu: "I won't teach students with bad character, and I definitely won't teach students without medical ethics. I'll refund your money, and you don't need to come back in the future."
ah?
He Nanxi was anxious; this was an opportunity he had worked so hard to obtain.
It's all because of that phone call from Fu Jinchuan.
"Teacher, teacher, I was wrong. Please don't back down. I won't say anything more. I was just standing up for my good brother. I didn't really mean to talk about him behind his back."
It's hard to say who would be in this situation. Bai Cheng saved Jin Chuan back then, and Jin Chuan was also planning to give him a proper status.
The old master of the Fu family clearly knew that some benefactor had suddenly appeared and was forcing Jin Chuan to marry him. Teacher, I don't know what their secret is, but..."
He Nanxi felt that the more she explained, the more confused things became. The teacher's face had already darkened, and if she continued, she would probably step on a landmine. So she could only slump her shoulders and apologize.
"I'm sorry, I won't say anything more. I apologize to you..."
Song Chu raised her hand to stop his apology, tidied up the things on the table, put the silver needles back in their sheaths, rolled them up and stuffed them into her pocket, and finally, holding a folder, said to He Nanxi:
"I have to go to class at the medical university later, you should go ahead and do your work too."
He Nanxi wanted to chase after them, but Fu Jinchuan called him again at that moment, his tone very harsh, "Where are you? Bai Cheng twisted her ankle, hurry up!"
He Nanxi was seething with anger, and couldn't hold it in any longer, yelling back:
"I paid 50,000 for a lesson that's incredibly expensive and hard to book, can't you fucking take him to the hospital yourself?!"
Fu Jinchuan didn't expect He Nanxi to get angry. He usually joked around and rarely lost his temper. After examining the injury, he would at most say a few sarcastic remarks.
Beep beep beep...
Fu Jinchuan is dead.
He Nanxi also regained consciousness.
Besides being friends, he was also a financial backer.
I sent the other party a message: Wait, I'll be there soon.
It should be twisted quite severely, otherwise Fu Jinchuan wouldn't be able to make a second call to urge him. He just learned bone setting from his teacher and has figured out the tricks of it, so he might as well try it out on Bai Cheng.
Although it is unethical, medicine always derives its truth from experiments.
It was Fu Jinchuan's fault for insisting on calling him.
My buddy trusts me so much.
He couldn't let his buddy down.
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