After the groom escaped from the marriage, I was doted on by billionaires every day

Azhi covered his headset and asked in a low voice. After receiving the answer, he said, "Not yet. Mr. Mo is now in the dean's office on the second floor."

Mo Chen nodded, turned around and walked downstairs.

For the future of him and Lin Dongyu, he also had to coax Father Mo well.

When he reached the door of the office, he knocked on the door. After it was quiet for a while, a gentle voice came out: "Is it Mo Chen? Come in."

Mo Chen pushed the door open and saw two people sitting and standing in the room.

He first called out to the elegant man sitting on the sofa: "Hello, Uncle Han."

This person is a family friend of the Mo family, an elder whom he often met when he was a child - Han Yang. However, in recent years, the Han family has gradually shifted its focus overseas, and he has not seen this uncle for a long time.

No wonder his father suddenly appeared in Haicheng, it turned out to be this reason.

"Xiaochen, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are becoming more and more capable." Han Yang smiled and greeted him, "Last month, Huadu was in such a turmoil that it was not easy for the Bernard family to admit defeat willingly."

It was a greeting tone, but Mo Chen heard something different.

It doesn't sound like you're sincerely praising him, nor does it sound like you're ridiculing him. If you look closely, it sounds like he's a little...jealous?

"Uncle Han, thank you very much."

Mo Chen said politely, walked to the window, and said to Mo's father, who was still standing without turning around: "Dad, I have done all the tests that need to be done, and some of the results won't be available until tomorrow."

"It's too late. I'll take you back to rest."

"Do I need you to send me away?" Father Mo said, "Just take care of yourself. I'll wait for the dean to come and say a few words to him."

After being frustrated by his father, Mo Chen knew he was in the wrong, so he touched his nose and said, "Then I'll make you a pot of tea and wait with you."

Seeing that Mo's father had no objection, he walked to the Kung Fu tea tray on the other side, replaced it with a pot of clean water, boiled it, washed the tea set with tweezers, and then took out the tea leaves from the drawer and started brewing.

Because of Mo's mother's poor health, he had been going to this private hospital since he was a child. He was familiar with it from top to bottom, and he spent a lot of time in the dean's office.

However, under normal circumstances, others would make tea for him, but this was his first time making tea for others here.

Mo Chen's movements were not skillful and the process was not standardized enough. But when he sat there, he looked elegant and noble. The slender fingers held the bronze teapot with ease.

Han Yang called Mo's father over with a smile and said, "Don't leave it there. What's the point of seeing it in the dark outside? My son is a filial son. I'll make tea for you. Come here quickly."

Only then did Father Mo come over and sit down.

While making tea, Mo Chen talked about the group's recent investment projects and the progress of several large acquisitions.

"Since I handed over the group to you, you don't have to report this to me." Although Mo's father said so, when Mo Chen asked, he also gave him some analysis and his own suggestions.

Just after a round of tea, the dean arrived.

How did he know that this late at night, Mr. Mo, the second generation president of the Mo Group, and Han Yang, were actually here. He quickly got up from the bed and arrived in a hurry.

"It's nothing serious, but it alarmed you." Mo's father said with a smile, and Mo Chen gave him a cup of tea.

The dean took the teacup and held it with both hands, thinking: If there is no big deal, can these big Buddhas arrive? When there is a general meeting of shareholders in the hospital, an assistant is always present.

This kind of scene was still common in those years when Mo's mother was in poor health. What is it for now?

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Father Mo casually asked about the current situation in the hospital, then stood up and left.

After sending the three of them off respectfully, the dean was not in a hurry to leave. He called his secretary and asked, "What's going on?"

The secretary was well prepared. He took out Lin Dongyu's medical records and handed them to him, saying, "Dean, look. I heard that the bodyguards following Mr. Mo all called her Young Madam."

young lady?

The age was written on the medical record. The dean came to his senses after taking a look at it and slapped his thigh: It turns out that this is the future mistress of the Mo family!

As for the diagnosis and treatment results, what caused this person to suffer from frostbite in the current temperature in Haicheng?

He didn't know anything and didn't dare to ask anything.

"Use the best ward and the best doctors," the dean added, "compare the treatment given to Mr. Mo's wife back then."

Although Mr. Mo didn't say anything, his presence here proved that he valued his daughter-in-law. The dean had no idea that Father Mo was furious after receiving the news and came here to block Mo Chen.

Compare it to Mr. Mo’s wife? That is the highest standard of treatment in the hospital.

The secretary's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he responded.

As the night wore on, the private hospital became quiet, with only the lights on at the nurse's station on duty.

In a warm and elegantly decorated ward, Lin Dongyu opened his eyes.