When Pei Yina opened the door of a doctor's office, Qiao Shaoan was happily eating takeaways in front of a desk.

When he saw the person coming, he wiped his greasy hand on the wet tissue next to him and waved to her: "Come on, come on, I'm worried that no one will accompany me to dinner. Come and eat with me!"

"Doctor Qiao," Pei Yina smiled at him politely and asked with a slight frown, "I would like to ask whether Ye Dongyu's injuries are serious or not?"

Her impudence and wildness seemed to only appear when she was facing Ye Dongyu. At this time, she still paid attention to her words.

"Most of his injuries are skin trauma, and his head is only a slight concussion, so it's not a big problem." Qiao Shaoan saw that her expression softened, and the conversation suddenly changed, "But, a broken right hand is not a big deal.

The big one and the small one, if you want to fully recover, you must have a good rest and recuperate. It will take a hundred days to break the muscles and bones!"

In fact, from a personal standpoint, Qiao Shaoan certainly hopes that Ye Dongyu's stay in his hospital will be better and better.

I think back then, when my father was injured, the daily hospital bills cost six figures. During that time, Qiao Shaoan's income suddenly increased several times.

And Ye Dongyu has never suffered any pain since he was a child, let alone been injured. Such a delicate and rich young man rarely has the opportunity to come to his door, so how can he not kill him!

Qiao Shaoan thought about it, grabbed the roasted lamb leg on the table, and took a big bite, as if he had seen many banknotes flying into his pocket with wings.

"As long as it's not a big problem, Doctor Qiao, please worry about Ye Dongyu's injury." Pei Yina said politely.

"Now that we've got the business down to business, why don't we come over for dinner?" Qiao Shaoan pointed to a chair opposite him, "I asked for your portion, but even one person can't finish it."

Pei Yina had been hungry for a long time, and she kept thinking about Ye Dongyu's injury on the way to the hospital. Now that she was relieved, she suddenly felt uncomfortably empty.

Since Dr. Qiao is so kind, she won't be polite.

However, as soon as she sat down and took a bite of the lamb leg, Pei Yina thought of someone who was still lying alone in the hospital bed.

While chewing the meat in her mouth, she asked with a guilty conscience: "Dr. Qiao, hasn't Ye Dongyu's takeout arrived yet?"

You can enjoy the big fish and meat here, but you can't let a wounded person go hungry, right?

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to deliver porridge to him." Qiao Shaoan took a sip of red wine and said in a very professional tone, "He's injured now and shouldn't eat such greasy food. I'll ask someone to bring him porridge."

Prepared porridge for him."

"That's good." After hearing this, Pei Yina felt relieved, finished chewing the lamb leg on her hand, picked up a piece of grilled steak, and put it on the plate in front of her.

Looking at the complete set of cutlery and forks on the table, Pei Yina couldn't help but curiously asked: "Dr. Qiao, why are the cutlery included in the takeout you ordered?"

"I bought these silver tableware specially. You know that doctors often have to perform surgeries on patients and do emergency treatment. They are so busy that they can't even take care of food. In order not to treat myself badly, I put all the tableware in advance.

Ready." Qiao Shaoan said, forking a piece of cut steak and putting it into his mouth, looking like he was enjoying it, "No way, Western food is my favorite. If I don't use a knife and fork, I can't eat that kind of feeling.

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Chapter completed!