You Are My Rare Passion

Chi Jiaojiao asked Jamel Xiao: “Do you need me to diagnose your pulse now?”

"Need, need! I need to check my pulse now!" Before Jamel Xiao could say anything, Ye Zhaozhao rushed to say, "Thank you, Jiaojiao!"

Jamel Xiao looked at Ye Zhaozhao, smiled at her, and stretched out his left hand in front of Chi Jiaojiao: "Thank you."

Ye Zhaozhao: "..."

Mr. Xiao, please stop laughing!

Your smile is simply a killer smile!

It's so handsome!

My heart can't bear it!

Chi Jiaojiao put his hand on the wrist vein of Jamel Xiao's left wrist. Ye Zhaozhao, Xiao Baize, and Xiao Chengyang all looked at her nervously.

Seeing the three similar beautiful faces showing similar expressions... nervous and worried, concerned and expectant, the smile on Jamel Xiao's lips deepened.

My heart suddenly felt... very warm.

As sweet as honey.

A few minutes later, Chi Jiaojiao released Jamel Xiao's left wrist and asked him to change his hand.

After a few more minutes, her fingers left Jamel Xiao's right wrist vein, "Have you brought the inspection list?"

Jamel Xiao nodded.

Xiao Quan handed Chi Jiaojiao a thick portfolio.

Chi Jiaojiao spent more than ten minutes reading through all the cases and examination documents in the file bag, and said: "I'm not sure because I have never treated similar patients, but if you trust me, I can give it a try. Even if it cannot cure your disease, it can still help you heal the hidden wounds on your body and help you maintain your body to its best condition.

By then, if I haven't cured your illness, I will ask my mother to take a look at it for you. "

Ye Zhaozhao opened his eyes wide and looked at Jamel Xiao: "Do you still have hidden wounds?"

"There are some," Jamel Xiao said lightly: "Before I changed my career, I was injured several times."

Ye Zhaozhao stared at his face carefully.

His skin is particularly good, fair and clear, like fine suet and jade.

Especially when there was light, he was as white as transparent. She didn't think much about it before, thinking that he was naturally fair-skinned, but now that she thought about it, it was clear that he had a bit of a sick complexion.

He also has a good figure, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, and is naturally gifted in clothes.

However, I don’t know how many scars there are on the skin wrapped in clothes, and how many hidden diseases are there in the body that looks young and upright.

She suddenly felt distressed and patted his arm gently, "It's okay, it's a hero's medal. Take good care of him and everything will be fine."

Xiao Baize's face was stern and his eyes were red, "Dad, are you in pain? Is it a lot of pain? Is it uncomfortable?"

Xiao Chengyang snuggled into Jamel Xiao's arms, looking up at him with her pretty little face, water vapor rising in her big dark eyes: "Dad, it hurts——"

"It doesn't hurt, Dad. It's all in the past. Dad is fine now." Jamel Xiao took the two children into his arms, rubbed their little heads, and suddenly regretted not leaving them outside just now.

He always wanted to get along and communicate with his two children on an equal footing, and let them learn how to behave and deal with people from an early age, so that they could understand the complexity of society and human nature, and understand that in this world there is not only truth, goodness and beauty, but also dirt and filth. Let them live in a vacuum environment, but let them learn to protect themselves.

He forgot that the children would be worried about him if they knew he was sick.

Seeing the two children crying after being frightened, Ye Zhaozhao felt heartbroken and went over to comfort them: "Be good, it's okay, don't cry. Didn't the doctor aunt say that?"

You can adjust dad's body to the best condition, and dad will be fine soon, right? "