C17

After seeing the man, Wen Yiyan handed over the little bear box in his hands over.

"Dr. Wen, you have cured me. This is my gratitude, please accept it!" The tall and slender woman was precisely the female patient who had stopped Wen Yiyan for three consecutive days, Li Qiubai.

With her short hair and a white t-shirt and pants, she stood in front of Wen Yiyan with a smile.

Wen Yiyan said estranged: "Healing is the duty of a doctor."

Li Qiuxue smiled sweetly, "I understand, but if it wasn't for Dr. Wen, my heart wouldn't have recovered so quickly. It's all because of you."

Wen Yiyan said indifferently: "Your main surgeon is Chief Huang."

Li Qiubai smiled awkwardly, "You're right, I'll give him another present."

Wen Yiyan placed the little bear case into her hands, and said indifferently: "There's no need to send you off, we won't accept either."

Li Qiuxue received the gift box, and quickly hung a bag in Wen Yiyan's hands.

She was a little shy, with a handsome man's face. "Since you don't like eating biscuits, why don't you change this one!"

Wen Yiyan frowned, he wanted to return the handbag to Li Qiuqiang, but Li Qiuqiang held down his hand that was hanging on the rope.

The man, on the other hand, retracted his hand as if he had just met a germs.

Li Qiutian did not retreat because of his actions. Instead, she smiled sweetly and said, "Dr. Wen, I like you!"

Wen Yiyan frowned even more.

"Actually, my heart was beating really fast the first time I saw you, but I'm sure it wasn't an illness." Li QiuTian's oval face flushed red, "It's also jumping up and down right now."

Wen Yiyan did not meet her gaze directly, "Before you were discharged, I checked.

Li Qiuxue looked at the side of Wen Yiyan's face and smiled slyly, "If you don't accept this gift, my mood will be very bad, and my heart will also feel very uncomfortable. Perhaps I'll have to undergo an operation again."

"…"

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Li Qiutian immediately covered her heart and cried out in pain.

Wen Yiyan said helplessly: "Just this once."

Li Qiuxue was so happy that she wanted to wrap her arms around Wen Yiyan's waist, but Wen Yiyan dodged her attempt.

"Miss Li, I already have a wife, and I love her dearly."

Li Qiuxue's movement of spreading open her arms froze in mid-air.

"You obviously didn't wear a wedding ring."

Wen Yiyan took out a velvet box from his pockets. After opening it, he took out a male ring with a simple design.

Li Qiuxue dropped her hands, her eyes slightly wet as she shook her head. "You're lying to me, I don't believe you."

Just as Wen Yiyan wanted to say something, Li Qiuxue had already turned around and left with quick steps.

He had to take his bag to the cafeteria for dinner.

Inside the Yun Hai Psychiatric Hospital, Fan Xing massaged his shoulder that was sore from working all day.

After changing into the white coat, Li Baoni picked up his backpack and said to Fan Xing: "Don't work so hard, get off work early."

"I knew it! My family's Baoni dotes on me the most!" Fan Xing said as he lifted Li Baoni's fluffy curly hair.

"Come on, you know how to play tricks, go home and find your husband to love you." Li Baoni pulled back his hair, waved goodbye to Fan Xing and left.

Fan Xing went back to his house to change into his slippers. Hearing the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, he knew that her husband who was obsessed with cleanliness had begun his grand cleaning campaign.

Fan Xing remembered that Prof. Chen talked about a treatment strategy today. It was detailed in a psychology book, so she pushed open the door and went into the study to look for a book.

After searching for a while, Fan Xing finally found it. She happily took out the psychology books on the bookshelf and sat down at the desk.

As Fan Xing was about to open the book, he suddenly realized that there was a handbag on the desk.

She put down her book and opened her handbag to pick up the contents.

It turned out to be a pink heart-shaped box with a pink silk ribbon tied with a butterfly knot. It looked like a dream.

Fan Xing could not help but secretly laugh.

It seemed like her husband was enlightened.

Emma, what will she do when you start being romantic and prepare her a mysterious gift?

I'm sure I'll drown in a jar of happiness.

Fan Xing gently returned the gift back to its original path and started to read the psychology book. During the entire process, the corner of his mouth held a smile that was about to spill out.