Jiang Ruan is Bao Ye’s vulnerability, and Chen Nan knew this long ago. Whenever sothing happens to Jiang Ruan, Bao Ye becos angrier and more anxious than anyone else.
In the past, whenever Jiang Ruan asked him to do sothing, Mr. Bao loved playing the role of the good guy, without caring if Jiang Ruan knew in the end or not.
But ever since Jiang Ruan started her career, anyone who dared to harm or target her...
Most of them were dealt with by Bao Ye.
This is why Jiang Ruan has had such smooth sailing all these years.
Their Mr. Bao, he’s like that — cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Though he’s totally caught up with Jiang Ruan in his heart, he pretends to be indifferent and says he doesn’t care about her.
Chen Nan chuckled bitterly and shook his head. Clearly, he’s been in love with Jiang Ruan for a long ti and doesn’t even realize it.
Bao Ye doesn’t see it, but Chen Nan has seen it clearly.
All these years, apart from Jiang Ruan, there’s really no one else in Beijing who can make Bao Ye as nervous as he is today.
Chen Nan understood even better that he had to hold on tight to Miss Jiang’s coattails.
After all, she’s the future Mrs. Bao.
And it’s almost certainly true.
With this in mind, Chen Nan turned around to get to work.
He started his investigation as per Bao Ye’s instructions.
Soon, the servant brought the doctor over.
The doctor was taking a bath when suddenly the door was banged sharply.
He was told Miss Jiang was sick and that he needed to get there quickly.
The doctor was dumbfounded.
This damn thing, being a private doctor has its downsides.
At your beck and call.
Carrying his dical kit, he checked Jiang Ruan’s temperature and examined her, saying, "Mr. Bao, Miss Jiang just has a high fever. Just give her these dications. Take these three once a day, and these two on this side three tis a day."
"After two days, she should be fine."
Bao Ye listened and noted down the nas of the dications.
With a cold expression, he asked, "Is there any dicine for treating bruises?"
Hearing the question, the doctor’s mouth twitched.
Looking at Mr. Bao’s icy face, anyone would think he was confronting an arch-enemy or sothing.
"How bad are the bruises?"
"May I take a look?"
The doctor asked politely.
In case it wasn’t convenient.
Asking if he could take a look directly...
That would be a death wish.
Yet, he was the smartest one.
Bao Ye stepped to the middle of the bed, pulled up the thin covers on Jiang Ruan’s legs, revealing her bruised and battered legs.
Jiang Ruan’s skin is naturally delicate, unable to withstand bumps or scrapes.
A little injury seems quite terrifying.
Pale skin with patches of blue and purple,
The doctor briefly looked over: "Yes, luckily I brought so."
He took out the ointnt and handed it to Bao Ye: "Use this, apply it to her twice a day, and it should disappear in no more than three days."
Bao Ye took it, looking at the ointnt in his hand. Only then did the man’s tightly furrowed brow relax slightly.
The doctor was just about to say he was leaving.
Having left in a hurry, he hadn’t even dried his hair,
It was really cold this late at night,
Yet, unexpectedly, Bao Ye opened his mouth and said, "Thanks."
Upon hearing this, the doctor got startled, and quickly said, "No need to thank , Mr. Bao. It’s my honor to serve you and Miss Jiang."
Bao Ye ignored his flattery, and his gaze fell on the doctor’s hair, and he said lightly, "There’s a hairdryer in the bathroom."
Like he was doing him a favor.
Doctor: "No need, Mr. Bao. I’d better head back to dry it."
Bao Ye didn’t stop him.
"Hmm."
The doctor picked up his dical kit and turned to leave.
Retracting his gaze, Bao Ye looked at the girl in the middle of the bed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips dry.
He pressed his thin lips together tightly and asked the servant to bring water over.
The doctor prescribed only granules.
Bao Ye prepared the dicine, waiting for it to cool a bit, then helped her sit up, ready to feed her the dicine.
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