When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

When An Xiaoyue came out, a group of doctors and nurses stood at the nurses' station with different expressions.

The hospital leaders have disappeared; they're probably in a meeting discussing countermeasures.

Fu Shengyang stood tall and elegant, his back to the curtain, talking to Leng Fangyi on the covered bridge not far away.

The windproof curtain in winter blocked the sound of their conversation.

An Xiaoyue lifted the curtain and approached the two of them.

Fu Shengyang, "What's up?"

"I'm here to thank Teaching Assistant Leng."

Leng Fangyi recognized her somewhat from her address, but couldn't recall which class she was a classmate in.

He looked at Fu Shengyang with a puzzled expression, "Brother Shengyang, who is this?"

“My wife, An Xiaoyue, the person you just saved is her mother.”

Fu Shengyang introduced her to others in his usual tone, without any attempt to hide anything.

An Xiaoyue's heart was filled with a heavy feeling of respect and recognition.

Leng Fang looked surprised, but quickly composed herself and said politely, "Hello, sister-in-law, nice to meet you for the first time."

An Xiaoyue felt a little embarrassed to be called "sister-in-law".

Putting aside the fact that Leng Fangyi is a teaching assistant, the other party is also older than her.

"I am a student in the Department of Clinical Medicine at Beijing Medical College. I have taken acupuncture lab classes taught by Teaching Assistant Leng."

"Oh~"

Leng Fangyi remembered that there was a female student in his memory who was good at analyzing medical cases, accurately locating acupuncture points, and inserting needles quickly. She had short hair and clear, firm eyes.

He has face blindness; he can only remember people if their name, voice, and face match.

However, judging from the voice, the outstanding female classmate is the one standing in front of me.

"You've learned acupuncture very well; your basic skills are quite solid."

Hearing the teacher's praise, An Xiaoyue did not show any pride.

"Thank you so much, Teaching Assistant Leng, for making this trip for my mother so late. I'm truly grateful to you and Dean Leng."

"It was nothing, no need to thank me, especially since our two families have a good relationship."

An Xiaoyue could tell that Leng Fangyi wasn't just being polite.

As a medical student, she has never treated a patient, but she has imagined what it would be like to practice medicine independently.

Compared to the patients' family members' thanks, the patients' conscious state, steady breathing, and normal heart rate give her a greater sense of accomplishment.

Leng Fang informed her of the diagnosis and subsequent treatment.

“Your mother’s illness is a poisoning attack. It’s likely that she unknowingly ingested poison in the past, which caused liver damage. Fortunately, it was discovered early and she has improved after active treatment. However, the poison has not been cleared. My father will prescribe the medicine. Once the medicine is prepared, I will have someone send it to Fu Yuan. She can decoct it and drink it. After one course of treatment, I will take her pulse again to decide on the follow-up treatment plan.”

An Xiaoyue was delighted to hear this, and her smile deepened. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, she asked the question that concerned her most, "So, does my mother need a liver transplant?"

"Not for now. Let's see how it goes after she takes a course of traditional Chinese medicine. She's been sick for too long, so we need to strengthen her body first. We can't be too strong with the medicine in the early stages, in case her body can't handle it."

An Xiaoyue was overwhelmed with excitement, and her joy was evident on her face.

From the helplessness and panic of learning that her mother was being rescued to the great joy she is now, everything has changed too quickly. No matter how composed she is, she is only 22 years old and it is difficult for her to control her emotions.

"Okay, Teaching Assistant Leng, thank you very much."

"If I really want to thank you..." Leng Fang looked at her with admiration, "I hope to see you at Zhongkangtang. You are very suitable to study traditional Chinese medicine."

Leng Fangyi was exposed to traditional Chinese medicine from a young age. While others received prenatal education with classic piano music and bedtime stories, he listened to his mother reading classic Chinese medicine books such as "Huangdi Neijing" and "Zhenjiu Jiayi Jing" before bed from prenatal education to childhood.

He was influenced by traditional Chinese medicine, and he was very clear about who had the talent to learn it and what qualities were essential for learning it.

An Xiaoyue is quick to understand and has a calm and peaceful mind, making her very suitable for studying traditional Chinese medicine.

An Xiaoyue was flattered, as the other party was Leng Fangyi, who was known as the "little prodigy of traditional Chinese medicine".

She excitedly promised, "I will prepare well."

Fu Shengyang stared at the two people chatting happily with his dark, ink-like eyes.

He was the one who brought Fang Yi here, but An Xiaoyue was only focused on thanking Leng Fang Yi, completely leaving him standing there in the cold wind.

You heartless little thing.

"Cough cough..." Leng Fang noticed Sheng Yang's cold gaze and coughed twice. In his excitement, he forgot about the other party's identity.

Leng Fang said seriously, "Sister-in-law, I'll head back now."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Seeing that the president's face had turned even colder, Qiao Xun's alarm bells went off. "Madam, I'll drive Young Master Leng home."

Upon seeing Qiao Xun, An Xiaoyue belatedly realized that Fu Shengyang was still standing nearby.

She got a little carried away chatting so enthusiastically with the teaching assistant that she became somewhat smug.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qiao."

An Xiaoyue watched Leng Fangyi and Qiao Xun enter the elevator, preparing to deal with what followed.

Fu Shengyang's indifferent voice came through, "Aren't you going to thank me?"

An Xiaoyue was puzzled. Didn't they always say that she didn't need to thank them?

And what's with all this talk about contractual spirit? You're welcome.

Why do I have to say thank you now?

Fu Shengyang remained silent, giving the impression that he wouldn't let you leave until you said thank you.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Shengyang was dissatisfied. "You call Qiao Xun 'Mr. Qiao' and me 'Mr. Fu.' Don't you think that's inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? Aren't you all men?"

Her matter-of-fact tone gave Fu Shengyang his first sense of defeat.

"Never mind, you go keep Mom company, I'll handle the rest."

“Okay.” An Xiaoyue thought that he would have to thank her again. “Thank you, Mr. Fu, you’ve worked hard.”

Mr. Fu!

Can he be compared to Mr. Qiao or Mr. Leng?

Inside the meeting room, hospital leaders and legal representatives had been arguing for quite some time.

Upon hearing the door open, the reception room fell silent instantly, and everyone shut their mouths and looked towards the doorway.

As soon as Fu Shengyang entered, a tense atmosphere filled the reception room, and no one dared to speak first.

After Fu Shengyang sat down, the bodyguard showed him the video copied from his phone.

The video shows Fu Wantang entering happily and leaving in a disheveled state, leaning against the wall.

He finished reading it expressionlessly and instructed the lawyer beside him, "Make a backup, and talk to her."

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

Fu Shengyang raised his eyes and glanced at the row of people sitting opposite him. "Do you have anything to say?"

He sat there alone, his dark eyes like deep pools, his gaze as serpentine as a snake; once he entangled someone, that person would have no chance of escape.

Despite being the youngest present, he possessed the most powerful and intimidating aura.

The hospital leaders silently looked at those around them, and finally the hospital's legal representative announced the decision reached through discussion.

"We hope to settle this privately, and we will try our best to meet Mr. Fu's demands."

"You admit there was medical negligence in Anjia's treatment plan, right?"

Humanitarian compensation and medical malpractice compensation are completely different concepts, and this must be clearly defined.

The opposing lawyer stated, "Yes, our hospital's doctors and nurses did indeed commit medical malpractice."

Fu Shengyang waited a few seconds, but no one on the other end spoke.

He then asked, "Are there any others?"