Forced marriage by a substitute bride? The spoiled son of a prominent Beijing socialite! His whole f

He Yan had already devised an escape plan in her mind.

If it really is Old Man Zhong, she can only take advantage of his osteoporosis and outrun him.

"Miss He!"

A clear and gentle voice came from behind.

He Yan's eyes widened in surprise. Was it a young man?

She turned around abruptly and discovered that the person who came was the doctor she had seen at the Bo family's house last night.

It turns out he was Old Zhong's son.

Fortunately, the younger ones are much easier to deal with than the older ones.

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Wenqian strode over, frowned as he glanced at He Yan, surprised to see her here.

"this?"

"Dr. Zhong, this is my sister. She came here to learn from me."

He Yiyi explained with a smile that it was essential to emphasize the primary and secondary aspects.

"I've come to see what medical school is like."

He Yan just smiled and didn't explain.

Zhong Wenqian is here. Could it be that the special patient inside is Bo Siheng?

This is interesting.

She turned her head to look behind Zhong Wenqian, as if trying to confirm.

Unexpectedly, they were deliberately stopped by a figure.

"So it's Miss He too."

Zhong Wenqian had to speak even if he didn't want to, but his eyes clearly showed that he wanted to deny that the two had met before, and he looked at He Yan with a hint of nervousness and wariness.

He didn't want He Yan to know anything about Master Bo's affairs.

However, He Yan didn't really want to know.

“Miss He, He Family Pharmaceutical Factory has always been a long-term partner of the medical school. On behalf of my father, I thank you for your generous donation of medicine, and I hope that we can cooperate more in the future.”

Zhong Wenqian admired He Yiyi and wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to her.

"Dr. Zhong, you're too kind. It's our honor to contribute to the medical field."

He Yiyi was polite and humble, demonstrating impeccable manners.

Zhong Wenqian felt that she truly deserved to be called the number one socialite in Beijing's elite circles; her refinement was evident.

"Miss He's compassionate heart as a doctor is truly admirable."

"Dr. Zhong is truly a benevolent doctor."

These two are actually giving commercial praise here?

He Yan was amused.

Zhong Wenqian caught her mockery, and his eyes showed even more disdain and suspicion.

"Miss He, let's go in then."

"Dr. Zhong, please!"

He Yiyi's smile was just right.

He Yan was about to go in when she was stopped by Zhong Wenqian's assistant.

"Sorry, you're not a doctor, you can't go in."

"..."

He Yiyi took the medicine box, her face full of pride: "Sister, then you wait for me outside."

Both are Miss He, but she is aloof and superior.

"It doesn't matter."

He Yan turned around and left, sitting down in the rest area to look at her phone.

The VIP consultation room is located in a quiet area inside.

“Miss He, this… Mr. Si is today’s important patient.”

Zhong Wenqian's advance warning was to protect Bo Siheng's privacy.

"Mr. Si's identity is special, and it is not convenient for too many people to know about his situation. We hope that everyone will keep today's events confidential."

He Yiyi followed the gaze and looked over there.

A handsome and elegant man sat on the sofa, his legs crossed in a relaxed and casual manner.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his lips were pale, and his pale skin revealed faint blue veins underneath. Even in his sickly appearance, he could not hide his aloof and noble temperament.

Hearing the sound, Bo Siheng looked up.

"Hello, Miss He."

Just one glance from him made He Yiyi's heart race, and she started to imagine things.

Does Mr. Si know her?

That's right, she's number one on the list of socialites in Beijing's elite circles, the goddess that countless rich second-generation kids in the industry dream of.

But she had never heard of any prominent family in Beijing with the surname Si.

Perhaps he came from another city, drawn by its reputation.

"Hello, Mr. Si, I am He Yiyi from the He family."

He Yiyi walked over with a confident smile.

She's got a perfect makeup look today, and she's wearing designer brands from head to toe. She's sure to leave him with a stunning first impression.

This Mr. Si has an outstanding temperament, exuding the aura of a superior, sharp yet charming.

This is the perfect man she should want!

Bo Siheng's reaction was indifferent.

The He family had always refused to agree to the marriage, simply because they were wary of the rumors circulating about him, which he understood.

But her polarized attitudes didn't seem to be what he knew.

That direct look bothered him.

Zhong Wenqian then came over after finishing his instructions with the others.

"Miss He, please treat Mr. Si."

"it is good."

He Yiyi snapped out of her daze and immediately adopted a gentle and charming demeanor.

She went over and took Bo Siheng's pulse.

However, Bo Siheng's face stiffened when she touched him.

He dislikes being touched by any woman.

"Miss He, how is Mr. Si?"

Knowing Bo Xilai's obsession with cleanliness, Zhong Wenqian quickly asked him for details.

He Yiyi pretended to examine someone for a while, racking her brains to come up with all the medical terms she had learned in her life.

"Mr. Si, this is because... cold has entered your meridians, and dampness is flowing backward, which has caused your body to become unbalanced."

At this moment, Bo Siheng's patience had reached its limit.

He immediately withdrew his hand after taking the pulse.

"Yes, I wonder if the He family's pharmaceutical factory has any medicine that can treat this?"

Zhong Wenqian's eyes lit up.

Their purpose today was to obtain the He family's medicine.

"For example, you can take a bath to dispel cold."

He Yiyi smiled generously, and her answer was perfectly tactful.

"He Family Pharmaceutical Factory does have the medicine for treatment, but we still need to adjust the prescription according to Mr. Si's condition. This requires multiple diagnoses, and the prescription will be determined based on the actual situation each time."

Isn't cold just dampness? That's easy to treat!

The He family pharmaceutical factory has plenty of those health supplements.

However, she couldn't explain everything at once, otherwise she wouldn't have any more opportunities to contact Mr. Si.

Seeing that He Yiyi was confident, Zhong Wenqian felt relieved.

As long as the medicine from He Family Pharmaceutical Factory can slow down the frequency of Bo Ye's poisoning, they will have enough time to find the successor of the divine doctor.

"Then I'll have to trouble Miss He with the medicine Mr. Si needs."

The two discussed the follow-up treatment.

No one noticed Bo Siheng's subtle actions.

He stared at the places He Yiyi had touched, and couldn't resist taking a wet wipe and vigorously wiping his wrist.

After wiping with one wipe, I still felt it wasn't enough, so I pulled out a second wet wipe.

...

After the consultation, Zhong Wenqian saw He Yiyi out.

Just as Bo Siheng threw away the wet wipe in the room, he received a call from Yu Cheng.

“Master Bo, I checked all the vehicles that passed by and found that only one fit the requirements. That was the He family pharmaceutical factory that went to the herb garden in Lingxi Village that day.”

"The He family's car?"

Bo Siheng's lowered gaze suddenly sharpened.

He turned his head and saw the departing figure through the crack in the door that was about to close.

Could that woman be He Yiyi?

After a moment's hesitation, Bo Siheng suddenly stood up and followed after him, wanting to confirm.