The contract son-in-law of the female president

More than an hour later, Wang Yi walked out of Qin Hai's room in a daze.

His eyes were blank, and his slack arms were shaking weakly like rubber bands.

When he reached the gate, he heard someone shouting: "Wang Yi, the sooner you and Yu'er get married, the better."

Qin Zhikun's voice.

Immediately afterwards, You Huirong scolded: "You can do what you say, when will you intervene in my daughter's affairs?"

"Besides, does he have that strength?"

"You heard me clearly, if you plan to use other people's money to marry our Yu'er, that's impossible."

Wang Yi paused and left without saying a word.

In the car, Wang Yi completely exploded.

He beat the steering wheel hard and let out a long whistle.

"why?"

He was not an orphan, but was abandoned when he was a child, and fell into Qin Hai's hands, and was raised by the Qin family for 20 years.

Wang Yi has been stared at since he was a child, so he doesn't want any glory, he just wants to have a warm family.

The whistle sounded for a long time, and it attracted a pair of eyes on the second floor.

Those eyes are full of resentment and longing, full of affection and hesitation.

Wang Yi rubbed his cheeks and drove back to Amber Villa.

"You're back." Wu Jin'er lay reclined on the sofa, her eyes dim, and when she saw Wang Yi's return, she was instantly refreshed.

"You seem unhappy." She asked intimately.

"Why haven't you guys slept yet, didn't you say you don't have to wait for me?" Wang Yi said lightly.

He really didn't have the strength to say anything to them, so he lay powerlessly on the bed.

Outside, Mo Zishan and Wu Jin'er looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Forget it, he must be too tired, let's talk about it tomorrow." Mo Zishan persuaded Wu Jin'er to leave, and followed her back to her room to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Yi called his apprentice Liu Zhiyong.

"Tell Shang Dongbi that I am willing to accept him as an apprentice."

The two old genius doctors were overjoyed.

"I'll come to your house later, let him come too."

After Wang Yi got up and washed, he ate some breakfast and told the two women: "You guys have something to do, go and do something, don't stay in the house all day."

Then he walked to Liu Zhiyong's villa.

Liu Jingzhong was already waiting at the door to welcome him in.

"Master, please."

Entering the room, Liu Zhiyong was making tea, and the aroma was wafting, which made people feel refreshed.

"This is Tianyou Peak Meditation Tea, Master please." Liu Zhiyong took a cup and presented it to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took a sip and had endless aftertaste.

"Good tea." But it's just a two-word evaluation.

"Master, if you have any worries, you can tell me. The disciple will definitely do his best to share the worries for the master."

Wang Yi didn't answer, but drank the tea in one gulp.

"Tea is good tea, but for me, who doesn't understand tea, it can only quench my thirst."

Liu Zhiyong looked suspicious and couldn't understand what Wang Yi was saying.

Is this teaching him?
"Forgive me for being stupid, for not understanding what Master means."

Wang Yi put down his teacup and said with a smile, "I didn't mean to tell you."

"Is the hospital you work in your own or someone else's?"

Liu Zhiyong was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly replied: "It's a public institution in the empire, and I'm the vice president of it."

Wang Yi pondered for a moment, then asked again: "If you were asked to open a hospital, would you be able to do it well?"

"This……"

Liu Zhiyong heard what Wang Yi meant.

"The current hospitals are not easy to operate, especially private hospitals. Not only is it a big test for medical skills, but also for management."

Liu Zhiyong wanted to say more, but met Wang Yi's serious eyes, and immediately changed his words: "I can do it, but I need you, Master, to treat a few influential patients with your medical skills. It will be a huge challenge for our hospital." Great promotion."

Wang Yi nodded: "Naturally, you are responsible for other things, and I can just leave the treatment to me."

The two chatted for a while, but Shang Dongbi was late.

I borrowed something from Liu Zhiyong's house to hold a teacher apprenticeship ceremony, and officially became Wang Yi's apprentice.

When it came to Wang Yi's opening of a clinic, Shang Dongbi agreed with both hands and recommended himself.

He said that he has the experience of running a clinic, knows what kind of patients to deal with, and so on.

Therefore, Wang Yi ordered the two to find the location of the clinic.

More than an hour later, Liu Zhiyong found a friend.

A friend told him that there is a clinic on Wutong North Road that is being transferred, and the location is good, so he can consider it.

The three of them set off immediately and went to North Wutong Road.

The architectural style of the clinic belongs to the last century and looks quite old.

"Master Liu, Mr. Shang, why are you two here?"

As soon as the three of them entered the door, they saw a half-old man greeted him with a smile.

"You are..." Liu Zhiyong felt puzzled.

Shang Dongbi was surprised and said, "It's actually you, Xiao Shu. You don't believe in Buddhism, so you changed your career to become a doctor?"

Shu Ya laughed again and again: "If it wasn't for the help of the two of you back then, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death in Ganlin Temple long ago."

The three exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Liu Zhiyong explained his purpose.

"It's not a coincidence. If you came three days earlier, I would give it to you for free. I only came today, I'm afraid..." Shu Ya hesitated to speak, looking very embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhiyong asked.

"Actually, it's nothing. The transfer sign has been out for a month, and no one has come. So I put up a sign. As long as someone can cure my son's intractable diseases, I will not take any money from this clinic. I will offer it with both hands and give it to the clinic. He worked for three years."

After hearing Shu Ya's words, the two of them both showed embarrassment.

Back then, in order to seek medical treatment for his son, Shu Ya went up to the Ganlin Temple by bowing every three steps and kowtowing every five steps, just to get the first bowl of fairy water to heal his seriously ill son.

However, the first bowl of talisman water has long been bought by local tycoons with a lot of money.

When Shu Ya went up, there was only an empty bowl with some black scum remaining.

Shu Ya burst into tears and slammed his bleeding head on the table, wanting to die.

Fortunately, he met Liu Zhiyong and monk Dongbi who went to the temple to offer incense and rescued Shu Ya.

I wrote a prescription for him, and I have been hanging my son's life.

Decades are like a day.

"What's wrong with your son?" Wang Yi asked.

Shu Ya frowned, he didn't like this fair and handsome young man.

Not only disrespecting the elderly, but also speaking coldly, as if uneducated.

"Master, Xiao Shu's son is terminally ill. Both Dongbi and I have seen it. It can't be cured." Liu Zhiyong replied.

Master?

Shu Ya was stunned.

Liu Zhiyong's master, isn't that the master of the genius doctor?
"I implore the genius doctor to save my child." Shu Ya fell to his knees with a thud, fisted with both hands, and almost kowtowed.

"Get up first, whether it can be cured or not, let me see the patient first." Wang Yi signaled Liu Zhiyong to help him up.

Shu Ya was ecstatic, trotted dancing, and led the three of them into the inner room.

The room was well lit, and a seven or eight-year-old boy was lying on the bed. His breathing was short and long, and he was very unstable. He looked seriously ill.

"Is it still the previous prescription?" Liu Zhiyong asked.

"Yeah, I visited a lot of people later, and they all said there was no way to do it, so I could only use the old formula to hold him back." Shu Ya wanted to cry but had no tears.