Triplets: Daddy, Please Pamper Us Lightly
Chapter 390 - 389: Playing with her? _1

Chapter 390: Chapter 389: Playing with her? _1

Cayton stormed off because of Dean Pan’s words.

Before leaving, he dropped a threat, vowing to expose their lies!

As the dean of Hongya Hospital, Dean Pan didn’t want to fall out with Dow Jones’ future heir either.

However, when Cayton mentioned Yan Ling, his disdainful attitude made him uneasy.

Dr. Yan was acknowledged by so many people because she had genuine skills and was an Ancient Medical Inheritor.

It wasn’t simply because she had worked at the Dow Jones before.

Why were they so condescending?

Cayton’s attitude stimulated Dean Pan’s ambition to raise Hongya to a higher stage.

After sitting down in his office chair, he pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone on the table and dialed the top number.

"Lord Qi, it’s me..."

...

On the other hand, Yan Ling didn’t react much when she found out that the fool earlier was Dow Jones’ future heir.

When she participated in the special drug experiments at Dow Jones, it was completely because the old man was driving her crazy.

The Trelem family was just too annoying!

Only when the experiment was finally over, she was able to use the excuse of developing in her homeland to reject the old man’s desire to continue exploiting her.

She was grateful that she managed to irritate Cayton when she met him.

Otherwise, if this young man started bothering her like the old man, that would be a real headache!

"Knock knock..."

Yan Ling was thinking about this, while making her ramen.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up to see the receptionist nurse saying excitedly, "Dr. Yan, a really handsome guy has made an appointment with you."

Yan Ling frowned, "I don’t have any consultations scheduled for today, do I?"

"This patient is a super VIP customer of the hospital."

Upon hearing the nurse’s explanation, Yan Ling had a sudden realization.

Hongya was different from general public hospitals. In general hospitals, doctors only see patients who are registered with them.

But Hongya not only registers their patients, they also provide private clinics for VIP customers who can give substantial donations to the hospital.

So-called private clinics mean that as long as VIP customers need medical attention, even if the doctors don’t have an appointment, they still need to treat them.

Of course, unless the doctors have any emergencies.

This system initially repulsed Yan Ling.

However, knowing that the money from VIP clients was used for free treatments for poor patients who couldn’t afford medical fees, she changed her attitude.

This wasn’t a handsome guy. This was clearly a rich and gullible scapegoat!

Yan Ling quickly cleared the instant noodles from in front of her and told the nurse, "Let him come in!"

In a short while, a young man with mixed-race features and a tall physique walked into the office.

As Nangong Que stood in the office, he couldn’t help but exclaim, this office is too shabby...

A lot of people must have sat on this stool, right?

Could it have bacteria?

Yan Ling was logging onto the computer system. Without raising her head, she asked as per routine, "What’s the problem?"

Did psychological discomfort caused by obsessive-compulsive neurosis count as a disease?

"I am psychologically uncomfortable." Nangong Que replied.

Not knowing he meant psychologically, Yan Ling asked subconsciously, "Have you had any history of heart disease?"

Nangong Que hesitated for a few seconds, then replied: "No."

"Do you have symptoms like angina or difficulty breathing?"

"No."

"So what are your current symptoms?"

"No symptoms at all."

Yan Ling: ...

What did he come to see her for if he had no symptoms?

Was he here to mess with her?

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