Chapter 732: Are You a Married Couple

Curious what it’s like for a man who has been single for decades to fall in love.

Bo Yanching remained calm, “Don’t be envious, if you’re curious, go find someone yourself.”

Bo Yuman’s expression darkened, and she glared at him through gritted teeth, “You did that on purpose!”

Always bringing up what shouldn’t be mentioned.

Bo Yanching: “Think about it, you’re only thirty-one, it’s not too late.”

Bo Yuman clenched her silver teeth so hard they almost cracked.

Detesting her brother who lacked any sense of boundaries!

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Nan Jiaojiao didn’t bathe for long; she was afraid she would fall asleep in the bathtub, and too lazy to drain the water, she just stood under the shower and rinsed off, considering the quick lathering of shower gel sufficient.

After changing into her pajamas, she had just lain in bed when her cell phone rang with an unknown landline number.

“Hello?”

“Hello, this is Third Hospital, Mr.

Yeh has a high fever that won’t subside, and there’s no one to take care of him.

The doctor just examined his wound, and it has become inflamed, but he refuses to treat it.

It could lead to a second surgery if serious.

He only gave us your phone number, could you please come over if it’s convenient?”

“There’s no one with him?”

“Yes, there’s no one.

He has been alone these past few days.”

That was strange.

Yeh Xiao and Yeh Xing were always inseparable, or at least there would be subordinates to take care of him; how could he end up alone?

But then she remembered, this is Rongcheng City, not Mingzhou.

The words Yeh Xing said when she left suddenly popped into her mind.

“Okay, I’ll come over.”

She hurriedly dressed, drove off, and reached the hospital by eleven at night.

The doctors and nurses were all in the ward.

After asking her a couple of questions, they welcomed her in.

Yeh Hannian indeed had a fever, burning to the point of unconsciousness, and no one could get close to him.

His body reacted like a machine; as soon as he sensed someone approaching, he instinctively attacked, either punching or kicking.

“This is the situation.

He ran a fever last night, and though better by day, his wound inflammation caused recurring fevers.

He didn’t take it seriously when he was lucid.

We advised him to get treatment, but he refused.

By midnight, he was burning up again, and no one could approach him,” the doctor sighed, never having seen such a difficult patient.

Luckily, they thought to ask from a distance if they should contact any family members.

Yeh Hannian then said, “Yes, my wife.”

“You’re his wife, right?

Please, talk to your husband,” the doctor suggested.

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression twitched, “We’re not in a marital relationship.”

The doctor glanced at her, unconcerned, thinking a lucid person could naturally cover up the truth, but he believed the feverishly delirious Yeh Hannian, who forgot everything but his wife.

Maybe the couple was just having a fight, so the doctor didn’t press further.

Nan Jiaojiao, feeling uncomfortable continuing the conversation and irritated at being called over in the middle of the night, approached Yeh Hannian.

Just two steps away from the bed, Yeh Hannian kicked at her.

Without even twitching an eyelid, she raised her leg and kicked hard at his shinbone, then swiftly delivered a karate chop, knocking him out clean.

Yeh Hannian didn’t even grunt before falling still.

“Done, treat him,” she said.

The doctor and nurse stood straight, glancing at her out of the corners of their eyes, afraid to look at her face directly.

These two must have some grudge, right?

That kick wasn’t just about personal issues; that was a kick meant to seriously injure.

Not daring to delay, they quickly uncovered Yeh Hannian’s wound, disinfected it, and changed the dressing.