I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

"Young Madam, the Third Master asked me to take you back."

Xiao Hui's words brought Wen Wan back to reality.

Young Madam?

Jiang Huai's subordinates are just like Jiang Huai, unreliable.

Xiao Hui met Wen Wan's puzzled look, blinked his eyes, and thought to himself that he had called the right thing.

No matter whether Wen Wan ends up with Jiang Huai or Jiang Si, aren't they both young ladies?

Wen Wan got into the car without saying a word.

The road back to the city was quite far, so Wen Wan closed his eyes and dozed off.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the car stopped.

Wen Wan didn't open his eyes. After a few minutes, he heard Xiao Hui's men outside the car say, "Brother Xiao Hui, there was a car accident up ahead. There's a traffic jam. You need to wait a while."

Xiao Hui nodded, waved his hand, and asked his men to leave.

The road, which was only wide enough for two cars to drive side by side, was now full of parked cars. Many drivers and passengers got out of their cars to look ahead.

"Is there a doctor? Who is the doctor? Is there a doctor?"

The woman's anxious voice came from far away.

She yelled as she weaved between vehicles.

She would ask everyone on the street a question, and would not move on to the next target until they shook their heads.

She knocked on the car doors one by one and asked.

"Knock, knock." After a while, she knocked on Wen Wan's car window. "Excuse me, is there a doctor? My grandfather has a sudden old illness and needs treatment."

Xiao Hui was about to refuse when Wen Wan's window slowly lowered.

The woman had a neat short haircut and hope burning in her eyes.

She looked at the young and beautiful Wen Wan in the back seat and asked uncertainly, "Are you a doctor? My grandfather is in a coma. Can you help?"

Wen Wan raised her eyes, and the short-haired woman's scarlet eyes fell into hers.

The simple and unpretentious emotions are the most touching, and he is a filial son.

Wen Wan's eyes fell on the expensive fabric of her clothes and the brooch on her chest.

His lips parted in a faint smile, "Okay, but I'll charge."

"Yes, as long as you can wake up my grandfather." The short-haired woman nodded frantically.

The traffic here is so congested that it will take at least an hour to clear the road. Grandpa is in a coma and she finally found a doctor who can save him.

She will not give up no matter what the cost.

Wen Wan reminded, "My fees are very high, are you sure?"

"Sure, as long as you can save my grandfather, I'll give you any amount of money."

Led by the short-haired woman Wen Ruoxi, Wen Wan walked to the location of the unconscious old man.

Mr. Wen was lying on the back seat, his face pale and his breathing so shallow that it was inaudible.

He looked like he was about to die at any moment.

The middle-aged man with a serious face looked at Wen Ruoxi and Wen Wan approaching and asked doubtfully, "Who is this lady?"

"Uncle is a doctor. Let her check on grandpa." Wen Ruoxi introduced.

Without waiting for Wen Ruoxi's uncle Wen De to speak, her daughter Wen Jingyi, who was wearing heavy makeup, sneered.

"Doctor? Why are you so arrogant with those shabby sunglasses? I can tell she has bad intentions. She knows who we are and wants to curry favor with us, right?"

She looked Wen Wan up and down and spoke very rudely.

"I'm telling you, get out of here as soon as possible before you make my grandfather sick and kill him."

Wen Ruoxi frowned, "Cousin, I invited this doctor, you can't say that."

Wen Wan looked up and down at the heavily made-up woman in front of him with an unfriendly look.

I could smell the strong scent of perfume on this person from a distance just now.

"Ms. Perfume, the old man sees that the situation is not good. If you delay any longer, you can hold the funeral here directly."

"Bitch, you dare to curse my grandfather! You are looking for death!" Wen Jingyi, a heavily made-up woman, crossed her arms, took a step forward, and slapped him.

Before he could greet Wen Wan's face, Xiao Hui, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed his wrist.

Wen Jingyi felt a pain in her wrist as if it was broken. She tried to shake her hand off but failed, and she was angry.

"Let go! You bastards!"

"Slap your face." Wen Wan opened her red lips slightly, her voice cold.

Before anyone could react, Xiao Hui's slap had already landed on the heavily made-up woman's face.