CEO's Forced Love

More than ten minutes later, the horse herder stopped at the parking space of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital.

Ye Zhiqiu hangs up the emergency department of internal medicine.

She was sweating on her forehead, covering her stomach and shouting pain. The doctor looked at Huo Zhongxiao, who stood behind her with a slightly dignified face, and asked her softly, "are you pregnant?"

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Ye Zhiqiu's ears were hot. Knowing that the doctor had misunderstood, his eyes moved and said nonsense, "he is my uncle."

At this time, the doctor also looked down and saw the age written on her medical record. He smiled awkwardly. Huo Zhongxiao suddenly said, "I'll wait outside."

After that, he opened the door and went out.

The doctor's voice was not loud, but he should have heard it in such a small room, otherwise he wouldn't choose to avoid suspicion.

"Your uncle is so young."

Lying in bed, ye Zhiqiu lifted up his clothes and said proudly, "no, the women chasing him are almost strengthening the camp. His hand is that a woman is looking for life and death for him today. He was injured by mistake when he went up to grab the kitchen knife in others' hand."

The doctor chatted while examining her. When she pressed her right lower abdomen, ye Zhiqiu almost jumped up and screamed, "ouch, it hurts!"

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Huo Zhongxiao sat in a chair in the corridor. He had a terrible headache and even his breathing became heavy. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes for a short rest.

The pain of chapped wound came faintly from the left shoulder.

It's almost 2:30 in the morning.

The door of the emergency room opened. He opened his eyes and saw the doctor come out. The doctor put his hands in the pocket of his white coat and told him: "it should be chronic appendicitis."

After thanking Huo Zhongxiao, ye Zhiqiu curled up in bed and fell asleep.

"It's no big deal. There's no need for surgery. Just hang two bottles of water and go back with some medicine." the doctor prescribed the medicine and handed him the medical record card.

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Ye Zhiqiu was awakened by urine. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the hospital ward with a faint pain in his stomach.

It was dawn, and the morning light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains.

When she turned her head a little, she saw the man sitting on a chair by the bed, his arms folded on the back of the chair, his drooping head fell on his arms, and his smooth and slightly undulating back showed that he had fallen asleep. Staring at his powerful wheat hand, the empty thoughts in her brain gradually returned.

There was a band aid on the back of her left hand. After tearing it off, she saw a small pinhole.

It should be hanging water.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the man sleeping on the chair again. He didn't wake him up. He tiptoed up the quilt, put on his shoes and went to the bathroom.

After discharging the water, she was a little hungry. She took her down jacket and slipped out to buy breakfast.

At the gate of the hospital, the uncle who set up the breakfast stand saw that she was beautiful and sweet. The two bowls of packed porridge for her were full.

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Back in the ward, Huo Zhongxiao was still sleeping and his posture had not changed. Ye Zhiqiu put the porridge on the bedside table and rubbed it next to him.

She squatted down by the chair and looked at him with her arms in her arms.

To tell the truth, Huo Zhongxiao's sitting posture is somewhat different from what she thought. She thinks that even if a man with an old-fashioned character like him sits and sleeps, he should put his hands around his chest and close his thin lips. He may even frown slightly, but now he chooses this childish sleeping method.

She raised her eyes and peeked at his prone face, but only saw his stubble chin and firm lines.

Close, ye Zhiqiu subconsciously looked at his injured right hand.

Blood seeped out of the gauze.

Han Jingqiu was really cruel. She sighed in her heart. If she rowed on her face, I'm afraid she'd want to die.

Sure enough, the most poisonous woman!

Ye Zhiqiu stared at Huo Zhongxiao's bony fingers, which were different from Yan Yu's white and thin hands like an artist. Under the healthy skin color, there was strength, because the finger belly holding a gun all the year round derived a thin cocoon, thick but manly and charming

Her chin rested on her arm, looked at him again, and slowly stretched out her right hand to touch his hand wrapped in gauze.

His heart pounded and whispered to himself, "touch it, I'll touch it."

When her little white hand reached into his tiger's mouth, her eyes always locked on him for fear that he would suddenly open his eyes. When she saw that he had never woken up, she was relieved. The palm of her hand felt the temperature of his fingers. Her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes moved. It seemed that she felt - not bad