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When Ma Yulan heard these shameless words, she turned around to question them, but when she saw Meng Wantang's face, she was speechless for a moment.

This face is so damn beautiful!

Meng Wantang opened the door of the clinic. When Meng's mother saw this scene, she looked over in shock.

Just as she was about to go inside, a black sedan stopped outside the clinic.

Even people who don't know much about cars would know that the people in the car are not to be trifled with. The man looked stern and had an extraordinary temperament, and there was a driver driving. He took the things in the driver's hand and walked into the clinic.

The small clinic feels bright and prosperous because of his presence.

"Doctor Meng."

A particularly textured voice suddenly sounded in the clinic. Meng Wantang turned around and saw the tall man standing at the door.

The man was really handsome, and his noble aura was very different from Lu Qingye's temperament. This man looked gentle, but he was not without means. Lu Qingye was a calm, introverted, cold and hard man with a murderous aura. He was more domineering and sharp, and his wildness and righteousness were even more fascinating.

Meng Wantang smiled and said in surprise, "Mr. Yan, you are such a rare guest. Please take a seat."

Yan Zheng handed the item over: "This is a gift I brought from abroad to Dr. Meng. Thank you, Dr. Meng, for saving my life."

"Mr. Yan, you are so polite. Saving the dying and healing the wounded is my duty. How can I not remind a patient when I see that he has a problem?" Meng Wantang didn't want it, but Yan Zheng insisted on putting it down.

"This is a token of my sincere appreciation. I hope you won't hesitate to show your respect, Doctor Meng."

As he said this, he put the things on the table.

"Mr. Yan, please sit down. I'll take your pulse again." Meng Wantang put the pulse pillow on him, and Yan Zheng put his hand on it naturally.

Meng Wantang frowned slightly, and after a while, he raised his hand with a very serious tone.

"Mr. Yan, your body is the capital of revolution. If you continue to abuse it like this, other problems will arise. Some diseases have signs from the very beginning, but you don't care, so you let it become serious. When you are old, these diseases will be inseparable from you and will increase your pain. At that time, it will really be powerless to save you."

Yan Zheng looked at the face that appeared in his dreams from time to time, and raised his lips gentlemanly: "Doctor Meng is worthy of being Doctor Meng. I feel like I am transparent in front of you."

"Your body needs to be taken care of. If you can't go to bed at 8:30, you can lie down and rest at 10. Five hours of deep sleep at night will be more effective than sleeping ten hours during the day. Although it seems that you have made up for the sleep during the day, you will still feel very sleepy after waking up. Your body is very tired and you can't muster up energy."

“I try not to stay up late.”

Yan Zheng is very obedient.

The men in black standing at the door were also quite surprised to hear Yan Zheng speak in such a tone. It was the first time for them to see President Yan show such a side of himself.

There is only so much time to see a doctor.

Yan Zheng stood up gracefully: "Doctor Meng, I'll come back next time and let you take a look."

"Of course. If you can't sleep, you can call me. I'll prescribe some medicine for you and send it to you." Meng Qianqian wrote the clinic's landline number on a piece of paper and handed it to Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng was slightly startled, then took it solemnly. When he smiled, his peach blossom eyes were really dazzling.

"Thank you, Doctor Meng."

"You're welcome, Mr. Yan."

She was also returning a favor.

She always remembered the favor Yan Zheng had done for her when he gave her his house. Now that the house prices there were skyrocketing, the favor became even bigger.

Meng Wantang sent him to the door and watched Yan Zheng leave in the car before turning around and walking towards the clinic.

When she turned around, she was confronted with a face that was not old, but rather harsh. However, the hostility in Meng Mu's eyes was not well restrained, and she looked quite embarrassed.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I could smell the familiar taste.

"Wantang, right? I'm your mother."

Meng Wantang almost laughed.

She looked at Meng Mu calmly and asked politely, "To be precise, you are my adoptive mother. You are the one who once kicked me out of the house and severed the mother-daughter relationship with me."

Mother Meng frowned and said, "You were disobedient at that time. I did that for your own good. Look, you are living such a good life now. Isn't it my credit?"

"You are so shameless then."

Meng Wantang has complicated feelings towards Meng's mother. She seems to have inherited the emotions of the original owner, which is why she particularly hates Meng's mother.

This was a feeling I had never felt before.

"Meng Wantang, you were exchanged to our home, and my daughter was thrown out by your family. I raised you well, and even if what I did was not to your liking, it was for your own good as a mother."

Meng's mother is as strong as ever.

Her dominance over Meng Wantang is simply ingrained in her bones.

Meng Wantang felt suffocated. The moment she saw her mother, she felt a sudden disgust and resistance in her heart.

What kind of person would hate their adoptive mother so much that they would resist her existence so much?

She once thought that she returned to Fengcheng and avoided talking to her adoptive mother and didn't get close to her just because she didn't want to. But she didn't realize that it was because she hated that family and that was her subconscious reaction.

It was not until this moment when she saw Meng's mother that she knew the answer.

"When I was about to die, you didn't come to see me." Meng Wantang looked at her calmly, "When you gave your biological daughter money and tickets, you didn't care about my life or death. You said you were going to sever the mother-daughter relationship with me, and you were serious about it. You weren't joking or angry for a moment."

Her emotions were too stable and her eyes were too cold.

But Meng's mother felt a little scared.

She felt that Meng Wantang in front of her was very strange.

But so what?

She had raised Meng Wantang, from before she was out of confinement to now, she had raised her for seventeen years. This raising grace meant that she was always right wherever she went.

"Nothing you say can change the fact that I raised you."

After Meng's mother finished speaking with confidence, Meng Wantang readily admitted it.

"Yes."

Now Meng's mother felt more confident.

She said confidently: "Just admit it. If that's the case, you can give us 30,000 yuan."

"Thirty thousand?"

Meng Wantang's voice was very soft, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her face was full of surprise.

"Your brother is getting married, and the woman is not ordinary, so he needs a betrothal gift of 18,800 yuan. All the money your father and I have earned over the years has been spent on you. Over the years, you have never suffered any grievances. Now that your brother is getting married, you can contribute a little. 30,000 yuan is not much for you. You can definitely make a lot of money a year with such a big clinic."

Meng Mu was very envious when she saw such a big clinic.

Thinking that Meng Wantang had actually quit such a good job, she reprimanded him unhappily, "Look at you, you really have no vision at all. Do you know that many people want to work in your company now, but they don't have the chance. You have an education, and you can be promoted after working in the company for a few years. There is no limit to your future prospects. You insisted on resigning and going back to run your small clinic. What's the future of running a small clinic? Listen to me, go back to work quickly, and I'll ask your brother to come and help with the clinic. It just so happens that your sister-in-law also works in the hospital, so she won't have to worry about no one to see the patients when she comes."