Seeing that Xia Yan had stopped fighting back, Fang Yao thought she had admitted defeat. He puffed his chest, raised his chin, and looked at Xia Yan with disdain.
"You'd better listen to my advice. Otherwise—" Fang Yao was about to pressure Yan Xia even further when her phone rang.
"Xia Yan, I need you to come to the studio," Jiang Tong's voice came through the phone.
"Okay." Xia Yan put down her phone and smiled at Fang Yao. "I'm sorry, Doctor Fang. Something came up and I have to go!"
Xia Yan turned around and took a few steps forward. Then, she thought of something. She turned around and faced Fang Yao again. "I'll remember your advice next time, Doctor Fang."
After Xia Yan said that, she waved her hand with her back facing Fang Yao and left quickly.
Fang Yao stared at Xia Yan's back and clenched his fists tightly before he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
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"Mr. Mo, the information on that doctor you asked for is ready," Liao Chen said as he respectfully handed the information over to Mo He.
Mo He leaned against the table, took the information, and flipped through them. As Mo He read about Fang Yao, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"The most capable neurosurgeon of this era."
"Medical genius! The next Harvey Cushing."
"Jiang City's Prince Charming."
Countless titles and news materials spoke of Fang Yao's talent. The document was plastered with them.
Mo He looked at the photo of the handsome man in his hand. Fang Yao had a long, straight face, and his gentle eyes shined with wisdom. Mo He casually threw the photo aside.
"Go and find out what Xia Yan has to do with this man," Mo He said coldly.
Liao Chen hesitated and wanted to say something.
"Speak up!" Mo He growled impatiently.
Liao Chen gritted his teeth and told Mo He everything he had found.
"When I was looking for information on Doctor Fang, I found out that Young Madam Mo often enters and leaves this hospital. Three years ago, she visited the hospital almost every day. That was also when Doctor Fang had just transferred to this hospital."
Hearing Liao Chen's words, Mo He fiercely gripped the papers in his hands.
Liao Chen dared not continue. He stood at the side and quietly waited for Mo He's instructions.
After a while, Mo He spoke again, "Go speak to the doctor and ask him if there are any other tests Grandmother needs."
"Yes, Mr. Mo." Liao Chen received his order and quickly turned to leave. Liao Chen took two steps forward when he thought of something. He turned around to face Mo He. "Then what about Miss Qiu..."
Mo He raised his eyes and looked at Liao Chen. His icy gaze caused Liao Chen to tremble involuntarily. Liao Chen immediately lowered his head. "I-I understand!" After Liao finished speaking, he quickly fled the scene.
Mo He tossed Fang Yao's information aside in annoyance. His hand rested on the table as he fell into deep thought.
Xia Yan sat on the sofa in her room, sulking silently. Mo He had yet to return home after two consecutive days. Although Xia Yan knew Mo He had stayed at the hospital to guard Old Madam Mo, she still felt like something was off.
Especially when Jiang Qiu returned home and mentioned that Mo He would go to the hospital to visit Qiu Xin from time to time, Xia Yan knew that Qiu Xin had nothing to do with Mo He and didn't care whether he was taking care of Qiu Xin or not.
But when she heard that Qiu Xin had gotten injured in an accident on her way home from picking up Old Madam Mo, Xia Yan felt a thorn lodge into her heart.
Xia Yan knew Qiu Xin's status in this family. However, she was the one who was the current Young Madam Mo. Even though Xia Yan was Mo He's wife, everyone treated Qiu Xin as if she was the young master's wife instead.
With this in mind, Xia Yan decided to go to the hospital and visit Old Madam Mo. She wanted to let everyone know that the person lying on the hospital bed was not the real Young Madam Mo.
Xia Yan laid down in bed and patted down her blanket twice, trying her best to fall asleep. After a night of restless sleep, Xia Yan left the house with a basket of fruits in her arms.
Xia Yan was waiting for the elevator to the top floor in the hospital corridor. Two nurses walked past her, gossiping about what they had just seen.
"The young lady on the top floor is sleeping next to her lover. How enviable."
"I knew it. They're such a beautiful couple. How can it not be true love?"