Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

An Nansheng didn't dare to look at Mu Fucheng again, for fear that he would faint again after seeing his wounds.

Shen Yien went to the guest room with his dining utensils.

Seeing Mu Fucheng lying on the bed with a pale face, he was stunned for a moment.

He suspected that An Nansheng had brought back a man, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Doctor Shen, this is Mr. Mu Fucheng, the ninth master of the Mu family." Song Ke introduced him.

The corner of Shen Yien's lips twitched:

"You are Mu Fucheng? It's the first time I've met you, but your name is well-known to me."

The Shen family is also in business. The family company is managed by his eldest brother Shen Yitong. Shen Yien went to realize his childhood dream and became a doctor.

The Shen family and the An family used to be neighbors, but the Shen family moved away two years ago.

However, the relationship between the two families has always been good. Shen Yien's parents were also present at Old Lady An's birthday party, and Shen Yien also heard about Mu Fucheng's generosity.

This person obviously has bad intentions.

Song Ke was about to introduce Shen Yien to Mu Fucheng when the latter said calmly:

"It's troublesome."

Mu Fucheng also knew Shen Yitong and Shen Yien.

To be precise, he knew all the young men around An Nansheng.

"It would be troublesome to first check whether your injury is serious or not."

Shen Yien opened the box he brought, took out a white coat from it and put it on, and put on a mask and special gloves.

After completing the preparations, he took a pair of scissors and directly opened a window on Mu Fucheng's expensive shirt.

"It's a bit troublesome." Shen Yien checked the wound. "It's a bit deep, but fortunately, no internal organs were injured. It needs to be sutured. We need to go to the hospital."

Mu Fucheng still refused: "If you don't want to go to the hospital, just sew it up here."

Shen Yien smiled, with a hint of ill intent in his eyes above the mask:

"Master Jiu, I don't have any anesthetic here, and this isn't a sterile procedure. Are you sure you want to sew here?"

Mu Fucheng was very sure: "Just sew it here."

Shen Yien also muttered secretly, this person didn't go to the hospital, could it be that he was being hunted by his enemies?

Mu Fucheng's business territory is almost entirely overseas, so it should have no enemies in China.

Shen Yien got very angry when he thought of this. You are a walking time bomb. How dare you mess with girls?

"Then sew it up here. Honestly, if it gets infected or something, you can't say I'm a bad doctor."

Mu Fucheng hummed solemnly and urged:

"let's start."

Shen Yien stopped trying to persuade him. After all, it was Mu Fucheng who had to endure the pain without anesthesia, and he was only responsible for curing illnesses and saving lives.

He glanced at Mu Fucheng a few times, habitually wanting to find fault with this suitor of An Nansheng, but regretfully found that he could not find any fault.

Those long legs, she's definitely tall. That face shape, those facial features, in one word, absolutely stunning.

What's even more amazing is his aura. Even when he's injured and lying in bed, this man still commands respect.

It was just a small suture operation, which was not difficult at all for Shen Yien.

It was just because there was no anesthetic that Mu Fucheng did suffer a little.

But he didn't say a word during the stitching process. Originally, Shen Yien wanted to teach him a lesson, but he couldn't bear it when he saw him like this.

A real man.

"It's a pity that such beautiful abdominal muscles will be left with scars." Shen Yien's face was full of regret.

An Nansheng came in only after Mu Fucheng had dealt with the matter.

The room had been cleaned up, and the bloody medical waste had been cleared away, leaving only a slight smell of blood in the air.

Mu Fucheng's lips were a little pale, his face was sweaty, and he looked a little weak.

An Nansheng asked Song Ke to get a hot towel. When she took it and was about to wipe his sweat, Shen Yien snatched the towel from her hand.

"I'm here, I'm here. I'm a doctor, and it's my job to take care of patients."

Mu Fucheng: "..."

An Nansheng: “…”

Why does Shen Yien's words sound so mean?