Chapter 482: Chapter 482 Little Aunt
Qu Tingfang’s chest heaved uncontrollably.
Her ample bosom rose and fell like waves, one higher than the next.
Yet facing the other’s anger, Chen Ziyang showed no intention of backing down.
"Now, Miss Qu, please answer , do you need my help?"
Qu Tingfang clenched her lips tightly.
Chen Ziyang’s attitude greatly displeased her.
However, just as she had said, her father’s poisoning was severe.
If relief were not found soon, he might not even survive the month.
"I... need it!"
Qu Tingfang gritted her teeth and spoke.
"Good, since you need it, then adopt the attitude of asking for help."
Chen Ziyang stood with his hands behind his back, "From now on, you can call
Mr. Chen, or Doctor Chen! Before you speak to , add a ’please,’ as it is basic courtesy!"
"Being from such a prominent family like the Qu Family, the girls raised there should also be considered fine ladies! So, you should have this kind of upbringing, right?"
Qu Tingfang was furious!
This man, obviously looking younger than herself, what gave him the right to speak to her in a lecturing tone?
However, even at the peak of her anger, Qu Tingfang still clenched her fists tightly.
"I understand! Please Doctor Chen, take a look at my father!"
Chen Ziyang smiled.
"That’s more like it! Lead the way!"
Qu Tingfang’s eyes reddened.
She had already decided in her heart that if Chen Ziyang could cure her father’s poisoning, everything would be fine and enduring so humiliation would be worth it.
But if Chen Ziyang failed...
Then Qu Tingfang would definitely vent her anger!
Chen Ziyang was of course aware of what the girl was thinking, but he was not too worried.
He had great confidence in his dical skills.
Upon reaching the second floor, Qu Tingfang pushed open a door.
In the room, a gaunt man lay on the bed, noticeably struggling with his breathing, his face devoid of any color.
If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have appeared to be a corpse already.
In the room, apart from this man, there was also a mature woman in her thirties.
The woman was neatly dressed, radiating wealth and nobility.
Especially in her every move, she exhibited the deanor of a wealthy family.
This woman bore a resemblance to Qu Tingfang, though her temperant was markedly different.
If Qu Tingfang’s deanor was capricious and sowhat cold,
then this woman perfectly embodied gentleness and allure.
"Tingfang, I just heard a lot of noise outside, what happened?"
The woman spoke softly and sweetly, as gentle as water.
"Sister-in-law, he says he’s here to cure my father’s poisoning,"
Qu Tingfang pointed at Chen Ziyang and paused, then added, "His na is Chen Ziyang."
The woman also seed doubtful of Chen Ziyang’s age.
However, unlike Qu Tingfang’s disdain, she stood up and bowed slightly.
"Please, Mr. Chen, do your best to cure my brother..."
As she spoke, the woman’s eyes reddened, and tears welled up.
Chen Ziyang was sowhat surprised as well.
He had thought this woman might be Qu Tingfang’s stepmother or similar.
Seeing her polite deanor, Chen Ziyang, who was not one to ignore decorum, responded,
"You’re too kind, I’m not sure... how to address you..."
"My na is Qu Manqing, Mr. Chen, feel free to call
whatever you find convenient,"
Qu Manqing’s voice was sweet and her manner elegant, making Chen Ziyang feel very comfortable communicating with her.
"Alright, Manqing, then let
first examine your brother’s condition."
Manqing?
Isn’t that nickna a bit too familiar?
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