The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

Doctor’s office.

Chang Danran returned to her desk in a daze.

The sky outside the window dimmed as if it was about to rain. The low barometric pressure before the storm made her feel suffocated.

She picked up the cup on her desk, unscrewed the lid to drink water, only to find that the cup was empty. Just as she was about to get up and refill it, she saw Xia Ye Zhao walk in.

Chang Danran stiffened, quickly sitting back down.

She casually picked up the mouse, staring at the computer screen, bringing up a patient’s medical record. But she couldn’t take in any of the words on the screen.

Xia Ye Zhao slowly walked to her front, his tall figure standing next to her. Chang Danran appeared not to see him, her gaze fixated on the computer screen. After a long while, Xia Ye Zhao broke the silence, “Long time no see.”

“Sorry, I am working. Non-medical related matters, please wait until I finish my shift.”

Xia Ye Zhao frowned, looking somewhat helpless. He pulled out a stool and sat down, “I wanted to discuss the patient’s condition with you.”

“Did you register? I need to see the registration slip.”

“I’m inquiring about the patient in the 19th bed, there’s no need for a new registration.”

Chang Danran flared up, “I won’t disclose patient information to non-relatives.”

Xia Ye Zhao pondered, “I am a relative.”

A sense of gloom flashed in Chang Danran’s heart. She suddenly turned to him, “Really? As far as I know, Mr. Song only has a daughter, and no son. What kind of relative are you?”

Xia Ye Zhao, the adoptive father of his younger sister, felt an immense gratitude towards him that weighed as much as Mount Tai. From his heart, the gratitude was equivalent to a father’s love. He wanted to understand Mr. Song’s condition, to repay the kindness of raising his sister.

Therefore, Xia Ye Zhao said, “I’m like half a son. Can I ask about his condition now?”

Half a son…

That means son-in-law?

Chang Danran’s hand, holding the mouse, unconsciously tightened. She forced a smile, “Wait a moment, let me pull up Mr. Song’s file. You can ask anything you want to know.”

However, while typing the three Chinese characters for Song Chuanqi on the keyboard, she made several mistakes. It was as if the keyboard, which she usually used with great ease, deliberately opposed her today and always mistyped the pinyin.

At this moment, a nurse walked in, “Dr. Chang, the patient in bed no.56 condition has changed, can you please come and have a look?”

Upon hearing this, Chang Danran felt as if she had been granted redemption. She immediately replied, “Alright.”

She stood up, as though fleeing. “I’m sorry, you wait here, I must check a patient’s condition right now.”

“You go ahead, I’m not in a hurry.”

Xia Ye Zhao didn’t even stand up, after her departure, he sat in her place, calming his mind.

At this moment, Chang Danran’s mobile phone, left on the office desk, suddenly rang. Xia Ye Zhao glanced at it. The incoming caller’s nickname was “Baby”.

These two words struck Xia Ye Zhao’s eyes.

He picked up the mobile, swiped the answer button, and put the phone to his ear. He didn’t immediately say anything, but a childish voice came from the other end of the line, “Mommy.”