Bedside Manner
"Care for me?" Sun Haowei chuckled with dark amusement, the injury loosening his lips. "If I were you, I'd let myself fall asleep. Hopefully my concussion worsens and I'll pass away peacefully, leaving you with half of the inheritance. That way, my father won't be able to do anything to me or you. "
Bi Yu's face pinched, looking vaguely hurt. Good. "I said I was sorry! Do you expect me to beg on my knees for forgiveness?"
The physician cleared his throat loudly, meaningfully, as though he heard nothing. That's how he maintained his job for so long, working as a private doctor for the obscenely rich.
"As I said earlier, do look after him Madame. But just note that I do not recommend any sexual activity before he is cleared for concussions. If his condition worsens, do contact me."