I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

You know, Dr. Mike always stays to work overtime voluntarily.

He also takes good care of his patients.

Although I have only been here for a short time.

But word of mouth has spread over and over again in the hospital.

Doctor Mike showed his usual gentle smile: "Go down to see someone."

He said without paying any attention to them and continued walking down quickly.

The young nurses looked at his running back and started making faces.

"It looks like a girlfriend, right?"

Mike didn't hear their subsequent mutterings.

Came downstairs panting.

I actually saw Mo Shiyan's car at the door.

He walked over without stopping and knocked on the car window.

The car window rolled down, revealing Mo Shiyan's always proud face.

"Xiao Yan, why are you here?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Did something happen to the old man?"

Mo Shiyan sneered, as impolite as ever, "What? Are you still hoping that something bad will happen to the old man?"

He watched as the quack's face froze and he slowly sighed, "You misunderstood me."

His tone was gentle, like that of a serious elder.

"So you're not feeling well?"

I thought Mo Shiyan would say something sarcastic to him again.

After all, he had hated himself since he was a child.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shiyan stared at him for a long while and said, "Yeah."

"Didn't you ask me to get the medicine?"

Mike was slightly stunned.

"But haven't you always been..." always reluctant to take the medicine he prescribed?

Mo Shiyan lowered his eyelashes.

But the corners of his lips suddenly curved up.

"I can't help it. My wife is too worried about me and she must watch me take the medicine."

“The doctors wouldn’t cooperate with me.”

"Just cooperate with me."

"When she asks, just tell her I've already eaten."

Mike showed a helpless smile on his face, "I thought you really thought it through. Are you showing off your feelings to me?"

"You are really..."

Don't wait for him to finish.

Mo Shiyan was already impatient.

"If you don't want to help, forget it."

As he said that, he was about to leave.

Mike hurriedly stopped him and said, "How could I not help you? But you should take some time to eat. It will be good for your insomnia."

Mo Shiyan sneered in his heart.

He has indeed had insomnia problems over the years.

Even during special periods, I was hospitalized several times because of this problem.

His grandmother also believed that he might have been influenced by his childhood experiences because of his overly cold personality and somewhat cruel methods in the business world.

This quack doctor kept saying that he was sick.

Try to get him to accept realistic and positive treatment.

Mo Shiyan admitted.

Maybe he really is a little sick.

But so what.

He'll be fine as long as he stays with Ming Nuan.

"Xiao Yan, why didn't you tell me earlier?" The quack doctor was still nagging, "If I had known, I would have brought the medicine with me."

Mo Shiyan heard this.

A meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was like she was deliberately tormenting him like this and wasn't afraid of him finding out.

"Then why don't you just run up and get it?"

"What? Don't want to?"

Mike's smile was impeccable, "How could it be."

Wait until Mike leaves.

Mo Shiyan's face in the car darkened.

The secretary who was driving was a little confused.

"Boss Mo, are you really here to get medicine?"

"You want to know if there's anything wrong with his medicine?"

But he saw Mo Shiyan sneer.

"He's been pretending for so many years."

"How could I really be given a problematic drug? Wouldn't it be found out with a simple check?"

A quack is not a clumsy fool.

why?

He was a little unsure about Mo Shiyan's thoughts.

But Mo Shiyan obviously wouldn't explain it to him.

And Mike walked through the crowd in the hospital with a smile on his face.

I walked up all the way and arrived at my office.

He exhaled slowly.

The moment you close the office door.

The smile on his face fell off bit by bit like a cracked mask.

In the snow-white light of the office.

His face was gloomy, and there was anger jumping between his brows, making him look extremely ferocious!