Sheng Xiao Han Yu

Fang Zhiqing walked inside the couple's hotel, taking in the decor, which exuded a romantic atmosphere. Even during the day, the lobby was lit with soft, warm lights, casting a starlight-like glow on the floor. The air was filled with the faint scent of roses, not offensive but pleasant. A vase in the corner held fresh roses, not at all tacky, but elegant, regal, and romantic. His young master had truly overturned his preconceptions of him. What kind of beauty did that girl possess that made him, with his eyes fixed on work, waste his time here in such dissolute dissolution?

Finally I found room 5201 and walked over and knocked on the door.

"Master, I'm here to deliver the medicine." Although he said he was here to deliver the medicine, he was actually excited thinking about meeting the young master's mysterious and beautiful woman.

The door suddenly opened, which scared Fang Zhiqing because he was distracted.

"Where's the medicine?" Ouyang Hanyu was still the calm Ouyang Hanyu, and had nothing to do with being dissolute.

"I made this ointment myself. Apply it to the affected area and it will ease the pain. You'll be fine by the afternoon. You can do whatever you want tonight." Fang Zhiqing wanted to say something more, but when he saw the look in the young master's eyes that said, "Just say one more word and we'll see," he quickly shut up. He handed over the ointment and cursed himself for saying everything he was thinking.

"Master, let me go in and take a look. If it's serious, I'll give you an anti-inflammatory drip." Seeing Ouyang Hanyu about to close the door, he immediately squeezed in, wanting to see what kind of harm the young master had done to the country and the people by seeing the woman he had slept with.

"Is it that serious?" Ouyang Hanyu asked in a tone of disbelief.

"Master, yes. If the infection is serious, it will cause a high fever." Fang Zhiqing nodded repeatedly.

"Then come in, but what do you think?" Ouyang Hanyu let him in, but then he thought of something else. The little girl's health was important, but he couldn't even think about looking at her. He threw a look at her. Fang Zhiqing was speechless. What kind of look did the young master have? He was a doctor, and he had basic professional ethics.

"I'll take her temperature," he said, and walked off quickly, thinking he had to see this woman today. Although he was curious, it was more important for him to confirm so he could tell his wife. His wife was worried that the young master would never marry, and she was always sighing when he went to the old house to wait for her. This was not good for his health, and his blood pressure was fluctuating, which made her worried.

"Huh? Don't I know how to measure Fang Zhiqing's temperature?" Ouyang Hanyu asked threateningly. If he said such a vulgar word again, he would be thrown out immediately.

"Master, no, I mean since I'm here, I should take your temperature. If you have a fever, I can give you an anti-inflammatory shot. That way, we won't waste time." Fang Zhiqing tried to speak to Ouyang Hanyu's heart. It's really not easy to work for someone else. Why is he so miserable? I worry so much about him.

"Well, I'll go take a look first. You sit here and wait." Ouyang Hanyu went in and told the little girl, otherwise what if she suddenly saw a stranger and got embarrassed?

Fang Zhiqing sat down and took in everything in the room. It was perfectly laid out, elegant yet romantic. Roses, champagne, candles, and aromatherapy were placed perfectly. Inside, he could vaguely see a pink bed curtain, and underneath, a white, round bed. A young man lay on it, but the young man was sitting beside it, obscuring his view.