The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

An hour ago, Yin Sheng drove to the gate of the old house.

Yan Zhenghui had been waiting at the door for a long time.

As soon as he saw Yin Sheng, he couldn't wait to greet him: "Yin Sheng! You are finally here!"

Yin Sheng glanced at the wide-open door, put one hand in his pocket: "What are you doing here?"

Yan Zhenghui has been a frequent visitor to the Yin family's old house since he was a child, so the bodyguards will not stop him.

Fortunately, Yan Zhenghui didn't go in to disturb the old man.

"Of course I came to say hello to Grandpa." Yan Zhenghui said with a smile, "As long as I say, I can marry you now, Grandpa will let you divorce Yan Qing soon, right?"

"Are you kidding me?" Yin Sheng looked down on Yan Zhenghui impatiently, "Yan Zhenghui, I think you are crazy."

Although he was refuted by Yin Sheng, Yan Zhenghui did not show any disappointment at all. He moved forward excitedly and raised his fists to his chest: "Grandpa loves me so much, he will definitely agree to my conditions, won't he?"

Yin Sheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Yan Zhenghui.

In his eyes, Yan Zhenghui was already a lunatic.

"Yan Zhenghui." Yin Sheng said coldly, "Grandpa loves you because of your grandfather's relationship and the marriage contract between the Yin and Yan families."

"Now, my wife is Yan Qing, so don't think about it."

As soon as Yin Sheng opened his mouth, he blocked Yan Zhenghui's expectations, and Yan Zhenghui's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"I don't believe it!" Yan Zhenghui said angrily, "I am, I came first! Why is it him?! How can you love him!"

The noise between the two woke up Mrs. Yin who was resting in the room, but he didn't come out directly, but asked someone to move the rocking chair to the yard, and asked the servant to shake the cattail fan while the old housekeeper came out to mediate.

"Master Yin Sheng." The old housekeeper approached the two of them, "The old man has spoken, and the audience is wide open. If you want to talk, you can come in and say it."

As soon as Yan Zhenghui heard it, he became affectionate, his face was full of enthusiasm, and he even pretended to wave gracefully at the old man.

Yin Sheng and the grandfather in the courtyard met each other's eyes, curled his lips slightly, and shook his head directly at the old housekeeper: "No, we will take care of it."

The old man had always favored the Yan family. Even though Yan Zhenghui was not the grandson of Grandpa Yan, he had been raised under Grandpa Yan's knees for several years. Yin Sheng couldn't guarantee that after Yan Zhenghui got close to the old man, there would be no other moths.

He simply turned around and let Yan Zhenghui get into the car with him: "I'll take you home, if you have anything to say, tell me in the car."

***

"Yan Zhenghui!"

When he came to the emergency room, Yan Qing saw a familiar figure sitting on a chair.

He rushed over and grabbed the opponent by the collar, glaring straight at him: "What did you do to Yin Sheng?!"

After being pulled away by the nurses, Yan Qing realized that Yan Zhenghui's arm and neck were also injured and needed immediate treatment.

But compared to the unconscious Yin Sheng, Yan Zhenghui's injuries were considered minor.

Faced with Yan Qing's questioning, Yan Zhenghui just smirked, his whole body was abnormal, and he muttered: "You won't love him more than me, you won't..."

Yan Qing was furious with his attitude, and grabbed Yan Zhenghui's shoulders with both hands: "What happened?!"

"The patient needs to undergo surgery immediately, where is the doctor on duty?!" The nurse in the operating room hurried out.

Yan Qing didn't care about Yan Zhenghui who was still smirking, and rushed up directly: "I'll come, I'm Yan Qing, the doctor on duty today."

"Okay, Dr. Yan, let's get ready for the surgery."

The nurse handed over the results of the examination to Yan Qing, and was about to go to the operating room with Yan Qing when someone stopped her.

"Yan Qing, you cannot participate in this emergency operation." The person who came was Yan Qing's mentor and one of the doctors on duty tonight.

"Why?!" Yan Qing widened his eyes.

"Are you related to the patient's family?" The instructor looked serious, "Doctors don't treat themselves, let alone Yin Sheng is your husband, can you be sure that you can keep calm during the operation?"

Yan Qing clenched his fists, still staring straight at his mentor.

He really, couldn't keep his composure during Yin Sheng's operation.

But he couldn't just sit quietly and wait outside the operating room.

Yan Qing took a step forward and bent down to the instructor: "Teacher, I, I want to participate in this operation as your assistant."

The mentor still didn't speak.

Yan Qing has always maintained the posture of bowing at ninety degrees.

I don't know how long it took, after the nurse informed the two that the operation was ready, the instructor sighed helplessly: "Okay, but this time I will bring an additional assistant doctor, and if you have any problems, I will replace it immediately. "

"Ok!"

After entering the operating room, Yan Qing saw Yin Sheng who was in a coma.

There was a large amount of blood on Yin Sheng's forehead, and there were shards of glass splattered into his brows. His ribs were fractured and bleeding profusely, and surgery was urgently needed.

Yan Qing held his breath, took a deep breath, took out a surgical forceps from the equipment stack and handed it to the instructor.

There is only one belief in his heart, that is, he must let Yin Sheng get off the operating table safely.

Yin Sheng, you will not die.

***

"Why is this patient staying at the door of the operating room? Do you need help?"

The passing nurses found Yan Zhenghui after bandaging the wound, and lowered their heads in concern.

But Yan Zhenghui just smiled, but said something that had nothing to do with the injury: "As long as he comes out and sees me, he will know that the one who really loves him is me."

The nurse shivered inexplicably, straightened her waist, and stared at Yan Zhenghui in fear.

"A person like Yan Qing will run away immediately after seeing him injured." Yan Zhenghui smiled sadly, "Only I am, a qualified Mrs. Yin."

"You should go to the psychiatric department." Yan Qing came out of the operating room and dialed the police directly.

This car accident was definitely caused by Yan Zhenghui.

He could turn a blind eye to everything Yan Zhenghui had done before, but this time, Yan Zhenghui had already threatened Yin Sheng's life, and he would never let Yan Zhenghui get close to Yin Sheng again.

Uncle Fu hurriedly ran to the inpatient department, and bumped into Yan Qing: "Master Yan!"

"Uncle Fu." Yan Qing held Fu Uncle's hand and comforted him softly, "Yin Sheng's operation is successfully completed, don't worry."

"Why, how could this happen!" Uncle Fu was annoyed that he should not have let Yin Sheng go out alone, trembling all over and about to cry, "It's me, I didn't follow the young master!"

"Fu Bo, you don't need to blame yourself." Yan Qing glanced at Yan Zhenghui, who was taken away by the police, and managed to straighten his expression, trying not to let Fu Bo see his weakness, "Cheer up, don't let Yin Sheng see this Dejected you."

"You're right, I want to cheer up, and after the young master is discharged from the hospital, I will cook soup for him to nourish his body!"

The two walked to the door of Yin Sheng's private ward, Yan Qing gently opened the door, and walked into the room with Uncle Fu.

Yin Sheng on the bed was still wearing a breathing mask, his face was pale, and his body was extremely weak.

Yan Qing walked to Yin Sheng's side, sat in front of Yin Sheng's bed, took Yin Sheng's hand with one hand, and held it tightly on his chest.

"Yin Sheng, you must wake up quickly." Yan Qing spoke slowly, pursing his lips worriedly.

Fu Bo stood beside Yan Qing, his eyes were full of worry, he had never seen such a young master.

The nurse knocked on the door and came in. When she saw Yan Qing, she couldn't help being surprised: "Doctor Yan? Is this patient your family member?"

"He is my husband." Yan Qing reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, "It's ridiculous, my family has an accident, but I don't have the confidence to be the surgeon, so I can only entrust his life to my mentor."

Uncle Fu pressed Yan Qing's shoulder, silently comforting Yan Qing.

The nurse was also taken aback, then shook her head: "Why, you are already very good."

Yan Qing lowered his head, took off his badge and white coat, folded them and put them on the cabinet: "I'll stay here with the bed for the past few days. I may have to take a long vacation for the hospital."

He knew that the hospital was short of people, but he couldn't leave Yin Sheng alone.

Even if he just sits by the bed in a daze every day, he still wants to wait until Yin Sheng wakes up.

"Master Yan..." Uncle Fu frowned.

Yan Qing put his backhand on Uncle Fu's hand and shook his head lightly: "Uncle Fu, I'm fine."

"It just so happens that Yin Sheng has always wanted me to go to Yin's Hospital. During this time, I can also calmly think about it."

There was an orderly beeping sound from the electrocardiograph, and in the entire ward, apart from this sound, there were only the breathing sounds of Yan Qing and Uncle Fu.

Looking at Yin Sheng's tightly closed eyes, Yan Qing silently clenched his fists.

Yan Zhenghui, you have to pay the price for this.

***

Yan Qing stayed in the hospital for as long as Yin Sheng slept in the ward.

After Yin Sheng's health improved, Yan Qing decided to transfer Yin Sheng to Yin's Hospital.

As the chairman of Yin's, Yin Sheng will receive the best treatment in his own hospital.

But for some reason, Yin Sheng never looked like he was about to wake up.

Uncle Fu sent food to Yan Qing distressedly, and watched Yan Qing's cheeks change from baby fat to thin like a knife every day. From the back, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow Yan Qing away.

"Master Yan, you need to eat more." Uncle Fu looked at Yan Qing's leftover bowl, it was full of porridge, and he only ate two mouthfuls at most.

Yan Qing refused with a smile: "I don't have much appetite, next time."

He remembered that everything went well during the operation, and there were no other problems. The postoperative examination showed that Yin Sheng was also gradually recovering. Why did Yin Sheng not wake up so far?

Yan Qing pursed his lips, turned around and asked Uncle Fu: "By the way, is there any news from the police? What should we do with Yan Zhenghui?"

Uncle Fu shook his head: "The Yan family should be working secretly, but due to the pressure from our side, they are still in custody."

"Then let him be locked up for a few more days." Yan Qing calmed down and helped Uncle Fu put the bowls and chopsticks back into the lunch box.

But Uncle Fu's frowning did not relax: "However, there is still one thing that is difficult to handle."

"The young master has slept for so long, Mrs. Yin, if no one takes over, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing."

Yan Qing looked at Yin Sheng who was sleeping motionless on the bed with a solemn expression.

He thought for a moment, then took out his coat from the hanger: "I'll go to Yin's."

"Yan, Young Master Yan?!"

Yan Qing turned around slowly, without changing his smile: "Mr. Yin, it is something that Yin Sheng has been protecting with all his might. Now that he is lying here, let me protect him."