The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

He also said something to tell her to wait and see, but she waited, only to see that he broke his promise.

Not only did he break his promise, but he didn't know how to repent at all.

"It was you who moved first."

Zhuo Dingding's deep and hoarse voice came out from the hollow of her neck.

"I didn't move." Cheng Lianxun wanted to cry, but she couldn't move under his pressure, okay?

"Moved."

Zhuo Dingding took off the clothes he had just put on for a few minutes.

Cheng Lianxun really didn't want to do it again, so he said anxiously, "What if I really have a fever?"

She was really a little tired, wanted to sleep, and didn't want to toss about anymore.

"..." Zhuo Dingding immediately raised his head from in front of her.

The two looked at each other in the dark, their dark eyes staring at each other for a moment.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

Zhuo Dingding quickly turned over and got off the bed.

He turned on the light and walked out of the ward quickly, but Cheng Lianxun didn't stop him.

She covered the quilt, closed her eyes and re-buttoned her jacket.

Too tired to sleep, ignore him.

As Zhuo Dingding walked, he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He came out to call the doctor himself just to put out the fire, otherwise he would not be able to put out the fire if he was in the same space with her and looked at her.

The doctors and nurses came, and within a short while, when Zhuo Dingding returned to the ward, Cheng Lianxun had already fallen asleep.

She was lying on a white hospital bed, only her small head was exposed, half of which was covered with gauze.

The small half of her face that could be exposed was so white that it wanted to blend into the quilt, and it was so weak and pale that it seemed vulnerable.

This made Zhuo Dingding even more distressed, secretly cursing himself for his previous behavior as a beast.

"Is your body hot?"

Cheng Lianxun fell asleep, and the doctor asked Zhuo Dingding.

"En." Zhuo Dingding nodded expressionlessly.

The doctor lifted the quilt, reached into Cheng Lianxun's neck, and touched her carotid artery.

Zhuo Dingding's eyes sank in an instant, and his eyes fixed on the doctor's hand.

This doctor is a male doctor!

The doctors on night shift tonight are all men, middle-aged men.

Damn it, I knew she would be transferred to Zhuo's private hospital, and a female doctor was specially assigned to take care of her.

After the doctor probed the left carotid artery, it was a little hot, but it was okay, not very hot.

When he reached out to explore the right carotid artery, his hand stopped in mid-air.

There was a red mark on the right side of the patient's neck. He thought it was an allergy, but when he looked down, he found it was a hickey.

When he raised his head again, his professionally indifferent face showed dissatisfaction, and he accused Zhuo Dingding: "The patient is bleeding too much, and the system is still weak, so it is not suitable for intercourse."

Today's young people do their best.

It was written in the medical record that the patient was only eighteen years old, and the man who accompanied the bed should be her boyfriend. The ones with trousers and shirts look like mature men who have entered the society.

He looks quite human, looks like an elite, but has a girlfriend at such a young age.

Not counting the girlfriend who just became an adult, she was injured and hospitalized, and she still couldn't control her lower body, couldn't restrain herself, and kept messing around.

He also heard from the nurse that the family members in this ward still eat hot pot in the ward.

Those who can afford super VIP luxury wards are naturally rich. But even if you have money, you can't do it like this, without considering the patient's feelings at all.

It's just nonsense.

"..." Zhuo Dingding rarely showed embarrassment on his face.

He pursed his thin lips and kept staring at the doctor's hand, with dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Yes."