C11 Coincidentally Meet Meng Hu

"What, hooking up with a beautiful broadcaster? A foodie can't be accused of hooking up; that's called having a dining partner. Plus, I've been paid for it," Zhang Zhen retorted, bristling at the accusation. His relationship with the Gray Rabbit broadcaster was nothing but a pure, food-based friendship.

Besides, no girl would be interested in a guy who insists on going Dutch with her.

"Whether it's seducing or flirting, it's better to do something worthwhile with me than to go around causing trouble. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda," Mo Qingge said, her eyebrows softening as she gently urged him.

"That's what Jack Ma tells his 996 employees," Zhang Zhen replied, feeling defeated.

"Are you coming or not?" Mo Qingge demanded, her voice sharp.

"I'd rather die than yield!" "Fine, starting tomorrow, all your bank cards are frozen, and we'll tally up the hundreds of thousands you've spent on gourmet food over the past three years. With bank interest, you owe me seven hundred thousand," Mo Qingge declared, pulling out a calculator and punching in the numbers.

"Come on, we're husband and wife. Let's just write off this small amount of money," Zhang Zhen quickly backpedaled.

"You were the one who played the martyr first, so I have no choice but to load another bullet," Mo Qingge said with a sly smile, her stunning beauty tinged with playfulness.

"No way, I can only commit to once a week at most. That's my limit. Otherwise, I'd rather be in debt!" Zhang Zhen grimaced as he weighed his options.

The couple might have been playful, but when it came to negotiations, there was no room for compromise.

Zhang Zhen had to gather valuable data to unlock the Fire Seed System, which would enable him to light up more skill trees and regain his arms and abilities.

In addition, he was determined to fulfill the last wishes of his fallen comrades, honoring a pact made long ago by the Night Serpent Special Forces.

Whoever survived had to carry on, living with the convictions of all their brothers.

"Once a week..." Mo Qingge's face showed her struggle, torn by the decision.

She had seen Zhang Zhen's medical prowess firsthand, marveling at how he could perform a flawless second-grade surgery with a steady hand and a sterile kitchen knife.

This transcends genius.

It's downright monstrous!

Mo Qingge would bet her bottom dollar that not even the most esteemed former dean of the South University Affiliated Hospital could outperform Zhang Zhen.

And to think, he accomplished the surgery with injured hands!

By keeping this prodigious doctor close, Mo Qingge could not only master more surgical techniques but also gradually uncover Zhang Zhen's history.

She yearned to delve into Zhang Zhen's past, to discover the soul behind those scarred hands and his impeccably refined medical prowess.

"Fine, once a week, but if there's an emergency, you can't say no!" Ultimately, Mo Qingge relented.

Zhang Zhen had long since eclipsed the image of the good-for-nothing son-in-law in her mind.

"It's a deal! Off to make mung bean soup I go! Heatiness leads to pimples, and we wouldn't want Qingge's perfect face marred, would we?" Zhang Zhen said with a chuckle, dashing into the kitchen.

Hearing his teasing voice and watching his bustling figure, Mo Qingge gently caressed her immaculate cheek.

A rare blush tinged her usually frosty face.

...

"Did you hear? Dr. Mo got close to Sister Wang Yan by pulling strings." "I've known for a while. Did you know? Her new assistant is the pretty boy she's been keeping at home for three years." "Really? She always seemed so aloof, I thought she was the epitome of purity." "Pfft, I figured out she was a green tea b*tch ages ago. I also heard she's up for an A-grade physician promotion. So young, but isn't it all thanks to cozying up to Professor Chen every night?" Early in the morning, as Mo Qingge entered the hospital, whispers buzzed around her.

She couldn't catch the specifics, but the nurses' looks were unmistakable.

Disgust, contempt, revulsion, and even a touch of vehement hatred.

What had she done to deserve this?

Facing a barrage of spiteful stares, Mo Qingge entered the consultation room with an impassive face.

Her first patient was a middle-aged woman complaining of chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Mo Qingge attentively listened to the woman's heart and breathing with her stethoscope, examined her tongue coating, and checked her pulse.

"Big sister, you're in excellent health. A little rest should set you right," Mo Qingge said with a smile.

"Nonsense! I can barely... hu, hu... catch my breath, and you won't prescribe me any medicine? You're a charlatan!" The middle-aged woman gasped dramatically, looking as if she were on death's door, prompting the other patients to shake their heads in disapproval.

Clearly, she was just here to stir up trouble.

"Big sister, you're experiencing a temporary shortage of oxygen due to rapid breathing. Just take a few deep breaths, and you'll recover," Mo Qingge reassured her, maintaining her composure.

Typically, a troublemaker would back down in the face of such a calm and confident doctor, especially when the doctor was as striking as Mo Qingge.

The middle-aged woman paused, having intended to do just that. But then she remembered the handsome reward awaiting her if she completed her mission. With a hardened heart, she began to throw a tantrum on the floor.

"Oh, the agony... This incompetent doctor is killing me! I'm seriously ill, and she claims I'm perfectly fine? I'm going to report this to the authorities and have you stripped of your medical license!" Mo Qingge's expression finally shifted slightly. Even someone as guileless as her could see that this woman was clearly looking for trouble.

Before she could call for assistance, however, a familiar face stepped forward.

"Hey, isn't that Dr. Mo? What's the matter? Did you encounter a scam artist?" Meng Hu, with his intimidating appearance, emerged from the crowd, instantly grasping the situation.

"You... Why are you here for treatment?" Mo Qingge asked, surprised.

"The knife I used yesterday was a bit rusty, and my spouse was worried about infection, so I came in for a tetanus shot," Meng Hu explained, scratching his head in embarrassment.

Seeing the easy rapport between the thuggish Meng Hu and Mo Qingge, the middle-aged woman's resolve faltered, and she tried to back away. She was accustomed to causing scenes at the hospital, but she knew better than to mess with a tough-looking character like Meng Hu.

"Hold it right there!" Meng Hu's sharp eyes caught the woman's movement, and with a thunderous shout, he stopped her in her tracks.

"Big brother, what do you want?" The middle-aged woman's mouth twitched, forcing a smile more pained than tears.

"I heard you're not feeling well. Need me to check on you?" Meng Hu sneered, his fists cracking ominously.