"Chen Fan, you've ruined me to this extent. I swear, Li Jiaorong, I will not let you go even as a ghost!"
Li Jiaorong pointed at Chen Fan, wishing she could strangle him to death right then and there.
Facing such a shameless person, Chen Fan naturally wouldn't be polite. He responded coldly, "This is your own doing. You want to cause trouble for me? I'm waiting."
Li Jiaorong burst into maniacal laughter, "Hahaha, well said, 'your own doing.' Chen Fan, one day, I will make you kneel before me and beg for forgiveness. I'll show you the consequences of offending Li Rongjiao!"
"Slap!"
Just then, Qin Shuran stepped forward, raised her hand, and slapped Li Rongjiao across the face.
"You!" Li Rongjiao glared at Qin Shuran, her face full of anger.
Despite her extreme fury, Li Rongjiao still didn't dare to lay a hand on Qin Shuran.
She knew that if she retaliated, without the Han family's protection, she and her son would be the ones to suffer.
"Get out, or I don't mind slapping you again." Qin Shuran's icy gaze fixed on Li Rongjiao.
Li Rongjiao, covering her face, cast a venomous look at Chen Fan.
Then, she turned and walked out of the outpatient building.
"That woman is truly shameless."
"Cheating on her husband, getting pregnant with another man's child, and letting her husband raise another man's son for over twenty years."
"Sigh, I feel sorry for that man. What a devastating blow that must be."
"If you ask me, that woman deserves to be kicked out. Not getting a single penny, and without the Han family's backing, let's see how arrogant she can be!"
As Li Rongjiao left, the scene was filled with voices of schadenfreude and gossip.
Everyone seemed happy to see such a shameless woman punished.
Luo Yongtang's face showed a smile, and he looked at Chen Fan meaningfully, saying, "Director Chen, being with Director Qin is truly your good fortune."
Chen Fan gave an awkward smile, feeling that Luo Yongtang's gaze towards him was a bit off.
Did he really think of him as a man who lived off his wife?
Before Chen Fan could say anything, Luo Yongtang turned to the crowd, "Alright, everyone, return to your posts and focus on your work."
Hearing Luo Yongtang's words, the people outside the consultation room dispersed.
Seeing everyone leave, Chen Fan walked to Qin Shuran's side and teased, "I remember you just said I was your man."
Qin Shuran's face immediately flushed upon hearing this. She hurriedly explained, "I, I only said that because I didn't want them to hurt you, so I said it. You, you don't think too much about it."
After speaking, Qin Shuran turned her back to Chen Fan, her face burning with embarrassment.
Seeing Qin Shuran's reaction, Chen Fan feigned anger and sighed, "Alas, so what you said was all false. It seems I'm not worthy of being your man."
Qin Shuran frowned, turned to Chen Fan, and questioned, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say you weren't..."
However, before Qin Shuran could finish her sentence, Chen Fan reached out, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
"Thank you."
He whispered, then lowered his head and kissed Qin Shuran's soft red lips.
Qin Shuran's expression froze, and her eyes widened as she stared at Chen Fan.
"Oh my, Director Chen, Director Qin, you're showing affection so early in the morning. Haven't you considered the feelings of us single people?!" Just then, Zhao Qianqian's voice suddenly rang out in the room.
Zhao Qianqian was covering her face, but her honest fingers couldn't block her wide, round eyes.
After all, Zhao Qianqian was a medical staff member in Chen Fan's clinic, and her work location was originally Chen Fan's consultation room.
The sudden voice made Qin Shuran's face even redder. She hurriedly pushed Chen Fan away and then glared at him reproachfully.
Seeing Chen Fan still smirking, Qin Shuran couldn't help but step on his foot and flee Chen Fan's consultation room as if escaping.
Seeing Qin Shuran leave, Zhao Qianqian lowered her hands and looked at Chen Fan curiously, "Director Chen, aren't you and Director Qin already living together? Why does Director Qin still seem so shy? Shouldn't she be used to this kind of thing by now?"
Chen Fan pouted and looked at Zhao Qianqian, "You know too much. Have you finished your work for today?"
Zhao Qianqian hurriedly stuck out her tongue, hugged her record book, and scurried out of the consultation room, running towards the ward.
Chen Fan shook his head helplessly and sat down in the consultation room to review the hospital's patient rounds records from the past few days.
Occasionally, several young surgeons would come to ask for advice.
As the head of surgery, Chen Fan naturally answered everything, sharing some of his own accumulated experience with them.
Hearing Chen Fan's explanations, these young surgeons admired him even more.
In a five-star hotel in Jiangcheng City, a presidential suite.
A man with dark spots on his hand sat on the living room sofa, holding a beautiful woman in his arms.
The woman continuously peeled grapes and fed them to the man one by one.
When the man finished the last grape, he directly pulled the woman into his arms, preparing to head to the bedroom.
The woman was startled by the man's actions and playfully tapped his forehead with her finger, complaining, "Oh, Ghost Lord, why are you in such a hurry?"
This man was none other than the Ghost Hand of Sucheng.
"Because I can't wait any longer." The Ghost Hand said, about to head towards the room.
"Bang bang bang!"
Just then, a hurried knocking sound suddenly echoed.
The Ghost Hand's expression turned displeased, and the woman also looked disappointed.
"Go and open the door." The Ghost Hand put the woman down and sat back on the sofa with annoyance.
"Who is it? Really, disturbing Ghost Lord's pleasure. Such inconsiderate people." The woman grumbled, putting on her pajamas, and walked to the door to open it.
Immediately, a bruised and swollen middle-aged woman entered from outside.
"Auntie, who are you? Who let you in? Do you know whose room this is?!" The woman's face turned cold as she saw the middle-aged woman walk in directly, pointing at her and scolding.
"Slap!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the middle-aged woman raised her hand and slapped her directly across the face.
A bright red handprint immediately appeared on the woman's face.
"Ghost Lord! This, this bitch hit me!" The woman cried out, covering her face, her voice full of grievance.
"Slap!"
The middle-aged woman raised her hand again and slapped her, scolding, "You little slut, how dare you curse at me? Do you know who I am? I am Li Jiaorong, and I think you're tired of living!"
"Ah!"
The woman cried out in pain, almost falling to the ground.
This middle-aged woman was none other than Li Jiaorong, who had just been released from the mental hospital.
"Enough! Stop it!" Just as Li Jiaorong was about to continue her assault, the Ghost Hand's impatient voice rang out.
The Ghost Hand glanced at the woman, "Go to the room next door and rest for a while."
Hearing this, the woman, with a wronged expression, turned and left the room.
Seeing the woman leave, Li Jiaorong's face turned extremely grim. She pointed at the Ghost Hand and cursed furiously, "Ghost Hand, you damned bastard! Your son is lying in the hospital right now, about to become a cripple, and you still have the mood to find women here!"