1290: You Are Really My Nemesis

You Are Really My Nemesis

"Bengbeng, look at how he is threatening me! I am so afraid!" As Qi Yan put on a fearful look, he leaned in toward Tan Bengbeng and nestled his entire body into her embrace.2

He rested his head right on top of her soft and squishy chest.

His face was filled with satisfaction.

"Stand properly!" Before Tan Bengbeng could say anything, Mo Yongheng had already bellowed at him.

Qi Yan raised his chin and said haughtily, "I am not going to do that! Do you have anything to say about me being intimate with my fiancée? Yes, I want to p*ss you to death and watch how you gnash your teeth with hatred, yet are unable to do anything to me! Are you super, super p*ssed now? Huh?"

"…"!!

Mo Yongheng took in a deep breath. He was so cross that his face turned ashen.

He swore that he had never met anyone as shameless and thick-skinned as Qi Yan.

If not for the elderly head, he would have looked for a rope to hang Qi Yan up and give him a good beating!

"Qi Yan, Young Master Yongheng is really concerned about the elderly head, don't you bully him!" Tan Bengbeng could not bring herself to continue watching and yanked him away.

Qi Yan restrained himself the moment he saw that she was unhappy.

He cast Mo Yongheng a glance and spoke slowly.

"I am the King of Medicine, so show me some respect. Don't always regard me as some doctor who has come from the wild, and think that I only know how to swindle people. Who was the one who gave you the antidote? Since I was able to identify the toxins in the elderly head's body, how weird would it be if I managed to cure him of his stroke?"

As Qi Yan reached out gracefully and adjusted his clothes, he displayed his stance of the King of Medicine and gestured Mo Yongheng to open the door for him.

Just as Tan Bengbeng noticed how gloomy Mo Yongheng looked and was about to help him with the task, Mo Yongheng stopped her.

"You still have not recovered yet, and it is already bad that you are out and about. You can't tire yourself out again."

As Mo Yongheng spoke, he ignored Qi Yan's look of contempt and he pushed open the door so that they could enter the ward.

However, Qi Yan was not in a rush to examine the elderly head after he entered the ward.

He walked around the room and found a spot that was most suitable for lying down. Then, he held Tan Bengbeng by her hand and told her to lie down.

Following which, he got her a blanket and covered her with it.

Finally, he dusted his hands in satisfaction and looked down at her.

"Don't worry, since I have already said that I will nurse the elderly head back to health, I will not go back on my words. I will need to use the equipment to do another full body check on him, and this process might take up some time. What you need is rest now, so you should be obedient and take a nap. I'll let you know the results of the check-up when you are awake."

"…"

Tan Bengbeng wanted to tell him that she could help him out, but she had just suffered a miscarriage and had injuries on her body. She had been out for quite some time already, and she indeed did not feel too well.

She would be distracting Qi Yan if she insisted on taking part but wasn't able to help him in the end.

Tan Bengbeng could only nod her head and agree to his arrangement when she remembered the time they developed the elderly head's antidote together in the laboratory.

She shut her eyes obediently and willed herself to go to sleep so that Qi Yan could do what he needed to do with ease.

Tan Bengbeng indeed fell asleep in no time.

A trace of paleness could be seen in her peaceful sleeping face, and it made one's heart ache to see her struggling to hold up.

"You are really my nemesis!"

Qi Yan stroked the tip of her nose lovingly with his long fingers. When he saw how Tan Bengbeng was sniffing her nose, just like a young child would, his gaze turned deep with love.

The moment he stood up and turned around, he met Mo Yongheng's surveying gaze.

Their eyes met and flames radiated all around.

Just as Qi Yan was about to say something, Mo Yongheng had already looked away and walked toward the elderly head's bed. It was rare that he did not argue with him.

"I have already prepared the elderly head's medical records in advance. They are all here."

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