The Divine Doctor An Chapter 773 - 843: Work

Chapter 773: 843: Work

Dong Huiying was suddenly stupefied.

With a dazed expression, she nodded emphatically, "Okay!"

Without another word, she rolled up her sleeves and walked outside.

"Wife, Wife—" Liang Haoming followed her.

She stopped, turned around, and glanced at Liu Yi, who had a smirk on her face.

Then, she looked at Liang Haoming soothingly, "The sun is too strong outside. You stay here obediently and wait for ."

"No." He wanted to follow; there were too many cacti outside.

Suddenly, she tiptoed and whispered sothing in Haoming’s ear. Haoming blinked, and then, keeping a poker face, his ears secretly turned red.

"Still no!"

He refused to budge, not even when his wife tried to bribe him.

"I’ll do it!"

He declared firmly.

But at that mont, Liu Yi sipped her rough tea and suddenly pointed at the broom in the corner, "I see the dust in the yard is not yet swept. Since soone wants to help voluntarily? Bazak, why don’t you hand him the broom?"

Bazak was stunned for a mont. Then, he thrust the broom into Haoming’s hands.

Haoming: "..." with a wooden face.

He seed a bit bewildered?

After the favored husband and wife left, Hong Wen Bin couldn’t help but advise, "Sir, why did you..."

Why do this on purpose?

He could tell, Liu Yi was doing it on purpose, not exactly humiliating, but seemingly unwilling to make it easy for the couple outside.

And they were, after all, his lifesavers!

Liu Yi tilted her head slightly, as if trying to recall who that was.

After a long while, it seed she rembered.

"Ah, the surna is Wen, right? Woer’s favored husband, who seed to have sought interesting things from

a few years ago."

Those "interesting things" were the cause of Woer’s strange illness.

Hong Wen Bin resignedly said, "Sir, my surna is Hong, not Wen. My full na is Hong Wen Bin."

Liu Yi, with a casual deanor, said, "Whether it’s Hong or Wen. Since you’re here, don’t just stand around, go out and work."

Hong Wen Bin: "..."

***

Shared blessings, shared troubles.

The petite wife arrived near the riverbed and looked around, finding quite a few cacti indeed.

These cacti were prickly; upon a gentle touch, the spines instantly pierced her skin, and droplets of blood erged from her fingertips.

"Such sharp things!"

The spikes of these cacti were even sharper than needle points.

She circled around the spot, thinking that without tools, this wouldn’t be easy, so she turned around— "Ah!"

She suddenly jumped with fright; Haoming was actually following her?

The man was holding a broom and sweeping in the sandy area, but it was obvious that he wasn’t focused, and his dark, deep eyes were constantly looking her way.

"Haoming?"

She patted her chest, "Weren’t you sweeping?"

"I am sweeping!" So he swished the broom on the ground twice.

Dong Huiying couldn’t help but smirk. She dashed over and then pinched his cheeks, pulling them apart, "So cute!"

Finally, she patted his head and then went to ask Bazak for tools.

Bazak was about to pick up the shovel stacked in the corner when a voice ca from inside the house, "Tools? No, dig with your hands!"

Bazak: "..." There clearly were shovels.

Dong Huiying: "..." Her lips twitched fiercely.

She knew, it was intentional, as if deliberately squeezing and tornting her.

But who taught her to be dependent on others?

So, her face stiffened for a mont, but soon she raised a sweet smile again.