The beeping sound after hanging up was accompanied by the drizzle of rain, like two heavy hammers, hitting Yun An'an's heart hard.

One by one, cruel and embarrassing.

Yun Anan felt raindrops floating in his eyes, so sore and swelling that something was about to flow down.

She pursed her lips tightly and squeezed the wetness back.

She knew very well that what she cared about was not whether she could attend the cocktail party, but Huo Siqing's attitude, and she did not even have the slightest respect for her.

"Wow—"

At this moment, the rain above Yun An'an's head was covered by a black umbrella.

As soon as she looked up, she saw an Aston Martin parked in front of her. The window fell down, which was Jiang Suichen's face.

“Get on the bus.”

Yun Anan was stunned for a moment, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Jiang Suichen handed her a handkerchief and asked her to dry the water stains on her hair.

"Thanks to you just passed by, otherwise I might not know when I will get on the bus." Yun Anan said with some gratitude.

"It's not passing by," Jiang Suichen turned the front of the car, his voice calmly, "When I passed by the clinic, I happened to see the Zhu family looking for the boss of the clinic, probably for Mrs. Zhu's illness."

Yun Anan paused while wiping his hair, a little surprised.

The small clinic is not very famous. Although there are fixed customers, there are not many new customers. Zhu Jiahui knows that the small clinic is really something she didn't expect.

"Please send me back to the small clinic, I want to give it a try."

What if she did it?

When Jiang Suichen heard this unexpected answer, he smiled faintly on his face, "I have told them that if you agree, I will go to Zhu's house today."

Yun Anan looked at Jiang Suichen in surprise, and always felt like he was thinking about being guessed.

This feeling was particularly strong since the second meeting.

Twenty minutes later, I wish you a family.

The Zhu family’s house is similar to the medieval castle building, with a sense of age and a solemn and solemn feeling.

As Yun An'an's "temporary assistant", Jiang Suichen followed her in to prevent any emergencies.

When I arrived upstairs, Yun Anan realized that she was not the only doctor who was invited. There were about a dozen people in front of me, waiting to go in to see Mrs. Zhu.

The manager of the Zhu family asked her to wait for a while, and then go in when she arrived.

Yun Anan watched the doctors walk into the door confidently and proudly, then walked out with a dejected look, blinking his eyes.

"What a joke? How can a man do such a thing unless he seeks God?!"

A doctor who had just come out of the door walked out with anger on his face, carrying the medicine box quickly, as if there was a monster chasing behind the door.

Almost every doctor who walked out of the door looked like this.

Yun Anan touched his wrist, and looked at the fewer and fewer people in front of him, muttered to Jiang Suichen strangely, "I don't know what kind of illness Mrs. Zhu is suffering from."

"Don't worry, just do your best." Jiang Suichen's calm expression was a little smile, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly soft.

Yun Anan nodded, and a sense of challenge arose in his heart.

Half an hour later, she finally arrived at Yun An'an. She pushed the door and walked in, and smelled a smell of medicine. She carefully identified the name of the medicine and had a rough estimate in her mind.
Chapter completed!