She smiled at Master Mo and replied to Mo Chen's words, "Master Mo is much more obedient than a child."
"You have a lot of patience."
Chu Lingzhi shrugged. "No choice, it's my job."
Mo Chen flashed his charming peach blossom eyes. "Is telling stories also part of your job?"
Chu Lingzhi looked at him. "While treating the body, I also need to heal the patient's heart, so the condition improves faster."
A rare hint of admiration flickered in Mo Chen's eyes. "I really admire you. These days, few doctors care about their patients' health as much as you do."
Chu Lingzhi was unimpressed. "If a doctor doesn't care about the patient's health, what else would they care about?"
"The patient's money."
"Hehe..." Chu Lingzhi couldn't help but laugh at that. Her expression suddenly turned serious as she looked at Mo Chen. "I care about that money too."
Mo Chen smiled. "As long as you cure my father's illness, you can name any price."
"Young Master Mo is truly generous," Chu Lingzhi said with a smile.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, which was made entirely of gold.
It was almost four o'clock. Her children would be getting out of school soon, and it was time for her to return to the Nangong Estate.
As she packed her medical kit, she said softly to Master Mo, "Master Mo, I need to go. I'll come back tomorrow. Remember what I said—keep your mood calm and happy, so your body can recover faster."
"Mmm... alright..." Master Mo replied, his mood now settled.
He looked at Chu Lingzhi. "When I'm... fully recovered, I'll take you out to have fun."
Chu Lingzhi laughed cheerfully. "Great, and you have to treat me to a meal too."
"No problem..."
Mo Chen walked her out of the villa. Just as she was about to get into the car, he suddenly said, "Nangong cares about you a lot."
Her hand paused on the car door. Chu Lingzhi looked up and smiled at Mo Chen. "Young Master Mo sure knows how to joke."
How could Nangong Yehen care about her?
She didn't feel that way at all.
Ouyang Ruobing had said Nangong Yehen treated her specially, and now Mo Chen was saying the same thing.
What was all this about?
Chu Lingzhi didn't take Mo Chen's words to heart. She got into the car, and it drove out of the courtyard.
Watching her car disappear from sight, Mo Chen pulled out his phone and dialed her number.
"Bing'er, are you free tonight?"
A hint of disappointment crossed his handsome face. "When are you free?"
"Alright, tomorrow night. I'll wait for you."
...
Having just finished shooting, Nangong Yehen sat in the shooting range, focused on working with his laptop.
The ever-loyal Huo Luan stood behind him, still bearing his injuries.
Beside them was a lush parasol tree, offering cool shade.
Nangong Yehen liked working in nature. Since the work was urgent, he was deeply engrossed.
From the corridor leading to the shooting range, a graceful figure walked over with a swaying gait.
The highly alert Huo Luan sensed someone approaching and turned to look down the corridor.
Seeing it was Lin Ling, he said nothing.
Lin Ling carried a tray of pastries as she approached. When she got closer, Huo Luan signaled with his eyes for her not to disturb Nangong Yehen while he worked.
Lin Ling was an extremely clever woman. She understood Huo Luan's look and obediently stood to the side, not making a sound to interrupt the focused man.
She stood there, gazing at Nangong Yehen with infatuation.
He was already handsome and striking enough, but when he was absorbed in work, he became even more captivating.