Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

"Dr. Cen, an incredibly handsome guy has come to see you!"

While Cen Xiren was on her way from the cafeteria to the hospital, several intern nurses saw her and immediately started talking to her with smiles.

Handsome guy?

Cen hope was still thinking when she returned to the door of the clinic and saw Fang Nian looking anxious.

"Mrs."

Fang Nian seemed to have grasped a lifeline and walked to her side in a few steps. Only then did Cen hope realize who the handsome guy the nurse was talking about was.

Shang Hanzhou has arrived?

Fang Nian didn't delay his business and explained, "This morning I went to Jingtang Garden to pick up President Shang, but I waited for half an hour and no one answered the phone. I rang the doorbell for most of the day before President Shang finally came out."

However, by the time the door was opened, Shang Hanzhou was already burning with a very high fever.

He couldn't even speak.

Luckily, he called and rang the doorbell, which woke him up; otherwise, who knows what might have happened.

Cen hope frowned as she listened, and roughly guessed what was going on.

Fever caused by wound infection.

She walked in quickly. Shang Hanzhou was sitting in the same chair he had used to treat her yesterday, with a gray laptop in front of him, seemingly working.

Cen hope looked up at Fang Nian.

Fang Nian moved his lips, then shrugged helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, Madam."

His words had no effect; President Shang didn't listen to him at all.

Cen hope took a thermometer from her desk, walked over to Shang Hanzhou, and casually raised it to block his view of the computer screen, then handed the thermometer to him.

"Test it yourself."

Shang Hanzhou then noticed that she had come in. Her pale face was flushed, probably because she had a high fever. Her lips were also pale and had some dead skin.

He hummed in response, and Cen hope only glanced at him briefly before her gaze returned to his computer.

Even though she didn't say a word, Shang Hanzhou understood what she meant.

Two seconds of silence.

He turned off the computer and didn't touch it again.

Fang Nian, who was standing to the side, opened his mouth slightly, thinking to himself that although President Shang and his wife had not seen each other for two years, a single glance from his wife was far more effective than his.

Six minutes later, the thermometer was taken out. Cen hope raised the angle and saw the scale clearly at a glance, which was close to thirty-nine degrees Celsius.

Her gentle face suddenly darkened.

Without a doubt, Shang Hanzhou must have gotten the wound wet last night.

Cen Xi is usually very easy to talk to, but when she encounters a disobedient patient, her tone of voice will unconsciously become harsh.

She stared at Shang Hanzhou silently for half a minute.

The two locked eyes in mid-air.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, and he looked quite innocent.

Cen hope put the thermometer back in its place and said expressionlessly, "Same as yesterday, you took your pants off."

"Cough cough..."

Fang Nian choked on his words and quickly said, "President Shang, please change the dressing first, I'll go out now."

Today, Shang Hanzhou wore a dark-colored haute couture suit, with well-tailored trousers that hugged his strong and powerful long legs.

The wound is on my thigh. Yesterday's pants were already torn, so cutting them off wouldn't have mattered. But today's pants are perfectly fine, so cutting them off isn't an option.

Cen hope had her back to him and was organizing some medicines for treating wounds.

There is a small single bed in the examination room.

Shang Hanzhou sat down, and sunlight streamed in from the window, falling behind him and creating layers of halos. The man lowered his eyelashes and placed his hand on his waistband.

When Cen hope turned to look at him, he had already taken off his pants as she had asked.

Shang Hanzhou has a long-standing habit of exercising, resulting in strong, firm thighs with smooth lines, well-developed and symmetrical muscles, exuding a sense of power.

She pursed her lips and inexplicably felt her cheeks getting hot.

However, my attention was soon drawn to the festering wound on his leg. The wound, which had been treated yesterday, looked even more horrifying today.

Not only did it fester, but the surrounding area also became red and swollen.

He got wet more last night than she had imagined.

Cen hope couldn't help but get angry. She put on a medical mask, squatted down, and couldn't help but speak with a sharp tongue: "If it's still like this tomorrow, you should see another doctor. I can't take responsibility for it."

Patients who don't follow medical advice are the most annoying.

Even Shang Hanzhou was no exception.

She rinsed away the pus with saline solution, then disinfected the wound with iodine solution in a spiral motion from the inside out. After cleaning it, she wrapped the wound again with clean gauze.

She threw the used cotton swab into the trash can and got up.

Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, Cen hope felt dizzy and her vision went black for a moment after she stood up. She quickly closed her eyes and swayed a couple of times.

Her hand instinctively braced itself on something, the muscles beneath her palm hot and strong.

He is Shang Hanzhou's right-hand man.

A hand supported her shoulder, and Cen hope regained her senses. When she saw her hand brazenly placed on Shang Hanzhou's thigh, she choked and hurriedly took a step back.

She turned her face away to the side, her ears burning slightly, and lifted the blue curtain to go outside.

"Remember not to get it wet."

"Also, you'll need an IV drip later."

There was a slight noise behind her, probably Shang Hanzhou putting on his pants. Cen hope picked up the thermos on the table, took a sip, and then remembered that it was hot water that had just been filled.

It's so hot.

My tongue was almost burned.

She quickly put the water glass down, glanced at her palm, and saw that Shang Hanzhou's temperature had been just as hot...

"Thank you, Dr. Cen."

The light blue curtain was pulled open, and Shang Hanzhou came out, thanking her in a hoarse voice.

Cen hope lowered her eyelashes and did not respond, but told him to take the form she had written to the infusion room.

The two didn't say anything more.

Before leaving, Shang Hanzhou apologized to her.

Cen Xi understood that this was an apology to her for not listening to her last night and letting the wound get wet.

"Thank you, Madam. I'll take Mr. Shang to get an IV drip right away."

At the door, Fang Nian cleverly said something to her.

Cen hope hummed in agreement.

As soon as the two left, a few gossipy nurses sneaked over.

"Dr. Cen, that patient was so handsome! What's up with him?"

"Dr. Cen, how old is this patient? Does his medical record say he's married? If he's not married, I'll go up and ask for his WeChat ID later."

The nurses' chattering, inquiring voices reached Cen hope's ears, making her somewhat uneasy.

His gaze fell on the computer on his desk; he had forgotten to take it.

"You're married, you have no chance."

After answering the nurse's question, Cen hope grabbed her laptop and chased after her.

There aren't too many people in the hospital right now.

There were many empty beds in the infusion room, but Shang Hanzhou didn't like them; too many people had lain in them, and they were dirty.

He had five IV drips attached to his arm and sat on a metal chair in the corridor.

The fever wouldn't go down, so once the IV drip was started, the man's tall and broad body leaned back, and he closed his eyes, seemingly asleep.

When Cen hope walked over, Fang Nian stood guard beside him.

"Mrs."

Seeing this, Cen hope slowed her pace and handed over the computer.

Fang Nian accepted it, "I almost forgot, thank you for bringing it over, Madam."

Cen hope wasn't used to being addressed like that in the hospital, so she said gently, "Just call me Dr. Cen."

"Yes, ma'am."

Fang Nian nodded, then immediately added, "Dr. Cen."

"Please stay here for a while, I'll go get some medicine."

In addition to the intravenous infusion, Cen hope also prescribed some oral antibiotics for him.

She lowered her head in response, and after Fang Nian left, she simply sat down next to Shang Hanzhou. The strong smell of disinfectant was mixed with a hint of his unique fresh bergamot scent.

Cen hope tilted her head to look at the man's well-defined profile. From the side, his nose bridge looked even more prominent, though his lips were a little pale.

She couldn't resist the urge to poke his face.

However, fearing he would wake up and be discovered, I had no choice but to hold back.

"Take good care of your wound and don't let it get wet again, understand?"

She whispered that during normal shifts, one shouldn't be out for too long, and Fang Nian would be back with the medicine soon. Cen hope got up, intending to go back first.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

She stopped walking, took out her phone, and after reading the caller ID, Cen hope pursed her lips slightly. After ringing for four or five seconds, she finally answered the call.