Qin Chao at the door of the ward couldn't help but glance at Bo Huang in the ward when he saw Mr. Bo and the butler leaving cleverly.

Master Bo, don’t blame me for not saving you.

I'm also afraid of your uncle.

In the ward, every time a crisp sound of belt sounded, Qin Chao's heart trembled.

In the imperial capital, who can control Bo Wang, the little devil in the world?

Only Bo Huang's uncle - Lu Xuan.

"Uncle, I was wrong!"

Lu Xuan slowly tied up his belt, put on a white coat, and glasses with gold wire frames, and slightly tidied up his messy hair on his forehead.

"During the period of recuperation, I hand-written a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" to me."

Bo Wang's painful teeth grinned and protested: "Uncle, I'm 22 years old this year."

Lu Xuanzhiruo heard a lie, picked up the small meat dumplings on the ground, and said with a stern tone, "Don't try to find a writer."

Bo Huang looked at Lu Xuan's nearly 1.9 meters back and whispered in his heart: "Tyrant! Dictator! Sexual scum!"

After seeing Lu Xuan leave, Qin Chao dared to sneak into the ward to comfort Bo Huang.

"Master Bo, your uncle is simply terrible! Haven't you ever thought about resisting?"

"Qin Dynasty." Bo Huang slid on the hospital bed like a dead fish. Looking at the lamp above his head, Bo Li said with a slight lip: "Do you know what my uncle did before becoming a doctor?"

Qin Chao really didn't know about this, so he hurriedly asked, "What are you doing?"

A hint of admiration and yearning flashed in Bowang's eyes.

"Come here."

Qin Chao hurriedly approached, and saw Bo Wang's lips slightly moved. Qin Chao asked in shock: "No, right? No, right? No, your uncle..."

Bo Wang lazily pulled a purple platycodon from the vase and sighed for no reason: "My uncle is the man standing at the top of the food chain."

Qin Chao touched the back of Hou's cold head and said, "Then I'll go buy you the Analects of Confucius and a notebook."

The Qin Dynasty recited silently in his heart, "The Analects of Confucius", notebooks, and signature pens.

Who would have thought that Bo Huang, who was crazy and cool outside, would have to copy books like a good student in front of Lu Xuan?

When Lu Xuan returned to the clinic with the little meat dumplings in his arms, the nurse at the triage desk hurriedly took the little meat dumplings.

"Doctor Lu, Ning Xi, the patient you made an appointment, has arrived."

When Lu Xuan heard this, his expression slightly constrained and said, "Take him to have a full-body examination and notify her to enter the clinic."

Lu Xuan washed his hands with disinfectant and sat upright at the desk.

Ning Xi knocked on the door gently, then pushed the door and entered the clinic.

Lu Xuan tidied up his white coat for a moment, and Qingrun said, "Please come in."

"Hello, Dr. Lu."

Lu Xuan stretched out his slender fingers, held the frame of the gold-rimmed glasses, and asked resentfully: "Where are you feeling uncomfortable? What are the specific symptoms?"

Ning Xi sat gracefully and calmly in front of Lu Xuan, and said coldly: "Doctor Lu, please check this case report. Can you have surgery?"

Lu Xuan took Ning Xi's phone, looked at the screen, and after a moment, he pondered slightly: "The screen of the phone is a little small. If you don't mind, you can add me on WeChat and send me the file. I'll see it more clearly on the computer screen."

Ning Xi heard Lu Xuan's gentle words and said happily: "I don't mind, please wait."

She picked up the mobile phone on the table, scanned Lu Xuan’s WeChat QR code, and sent verification to Lu Xuan’s mobile phone.

After Lu Xuan passed the verification, Ning Xi immediately sent a report document to Lu Xuan.
Chapter completed!