Fu Chenyu raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap, "Do you think Director Yang would cover for you? Your ga’s been up for a while!"
"What?"
"You think I’m an idiot?" Fu Chenyu seized her by the throat, "Fool! You want to make the fall guy, thinking I have a brain made of paper? Do you know where your parents and that old witch are?"
"Where are they?"
"The police station, fool! An Yan has sued them for malicious prosecution. With Lawyer Song taking action, they’re bound to be punished."
An Yirou’s eyes widened, "Chenyu, for the sake of our past, please help ."
"Help you?" Fu Chenyu said through gritted teeth, "You find a man to humiliate and still expect my help? I wish I could kill you!"
He let go of her, his fingertips gliding down her neck to her lower abdon, pressing slightly, "You’ll pay a painful price!"
"What do you an?" An Yirou was terrified, "What do you want to do?"
"I want this fetus to stay alive for now."
An Yirou listened in shock to the man’s words, "Didn’t I have a miscarriage?"
"This ga isn’t over until I say so, you can’t have a miscarriage!" Fu Chenyu said viciously.
Soon, two people entered the ward, sedated An Yirou, and carried her onto a wheelchair.
Fu Chenyu licked his back teeth, "Just let her lie in bed for twenty-four hours. If that spawn in her belly falls, you lot won’t live either!"
That night at six o’clock, Fu Chenyu held a press conference, attending as a victim.
While gaining public sympathy and understanding, he also announced the end of his marriage to An Yirou.
An Yan, seeing the man’s feigned expression on the screen, couldn’t help but sneer, "Fu Chenyu certainly didn’t see this coming four months ago."
Shiyan chuckled lightly, "Four months ago, I didn’t see any developnt with you either."
An Yan leaned in, "Are you happier or do you regret it?"
"Regret."
An Yan raised an eyebrow.
Shiyan said with a smile, "Regret not eting you sooner."
An Yan curled her lips, "You regret not eting a lovely, beautiful, and kind earlier, right?"
Shiyan nodded in agreent, "Indeed. If I had t you earlier, I would have had a sex life by now."
An Yan: "..."
She glared at him playfully, "Just stop the car up front for ."
"Why are you still angry?" Shiyan, while holding the steering wheel with one hand, took her hand with the other, "I was just joking with you."
"Ah, I know that. We’re already at Jiangcheng Hospital. I’ll go up myself, you wait for downstairs."
"Alright, but don’t talk too much with Mu Qianfan."
"I know, Jealous King! I’m the go-between, after all, I have to say a few words, right?"
"Mhm, a few words will do," Shiyan said as he leaned in to kiss her lips. "Co down quickly, I miss you."
An Yan smiled with pursed lips, "I got it."
Watching the girl enter the hospital, Shiyan glanced at his watch, starting a countdown. He gave himself a forty-minute tolerance limit.
At that mont, his phone rang. It was the elderly lady.
"Shiyan, co back to the old house in a bit, Mom needs to talk to you."
Shiyan narrowed his eyes; the elderly lady seldom sought him out unless it was sothing particularly important.
With Fu Chenyu’s situation already settled, what else could it be?
Could it be they wanted to match him with Su Manxi?
Upon this thought, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
On the eleventh floor, An Yan quickly entered the restroom.
A woman in a long white dress was applying lipstick in front of the mirror. Seeing the newcor, her eyes brightened, and in a clipped tone, she turned around, "Boss, you’re here."
An Yan gave her a disdainful look, "You’re a bit cleaner than before, but it still hurts to look at you. Can’t you rein in those size 46 feet of yours?"
Bi Chong clicked his tongue, "Well, I can’t wrap my feet like old ladies, can I? I’ve put the bag in the compartnt, go change."
An Yan went straight into the compartnt without saying much more.
Soon after, when she ca out, she had transford into a sharp-looking woman with short hair, a handso and androgynous face, wearing a black shirt and trousers.
She adjusted the badge pinned at the collar and her voice beca slightly husky.
"Our great Divine Doctor Y appears once more."
An Yan checked the ti; there were three minutes left until the appointnt. "I’m off, keep an eye on the stuff for ."
Bi Chong’s mouth twitched, "What, you’re going to make stay here for dozens of minutes?"
An Yan raised an eyebrow, "You’ve got a problem with that?"
"Not at all," he replied.
An Yan left the restroom and headed straight for the twelfth floor neurosurgery expert consultation room.
She knocked twice on the door, which was opened by Mu Qianfan.
As he hadn’t t Divine Doctor Y before, he hesitated, "Are you Y?"
An Yan nodded, "There’s no need for formalities now, I am Y."
At that mont, a handso man wearing silver-frad glasses approached, extending his lean and bony hand, "Hello, Y, long ti no see."
An Yan shook hands with him politely, "Long ti no see, Mu Boyan."
"It’s been two and a half years since we last t," Mu Boyan said, curving his thin lips up in a smile that made him look like a prince stepped out from a comic; it’s no secret that the Mu family possessed top-tier genetics.
Mu Boyan continued with a smile, "This is my younger brother Mu Qianfan, thanks to him eting An Yan, we could invite you."
An Yan nodded with a smile, "That’s fate. When Fang Zhou asks, I am surely obliged. Let’s go see Mrs. Mu now."
Mu Boyan said okay and led An Yan out of the consultation room to a VIP ward.
Although the woman on the bed was pale, her eyes and eyebrows were filled with warmth and tranquility. Even with closed eyes, one could tell she was exceedingly beautiful.
Next to the bed stood a petite girl, looking frail and delicate.
The girl, with tears in her eyes, looked toward Mu Boyan, "Second Brother, is this the divine doctor you ntioned?"
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