Well? Xu Yu followed Ye Jingrui's words and looked back, and just saw Ye Muchen's car leaving here, and the license plate number on the rear of the car was clearly visible.

What is he doing here? Do you want to snatch the baby with me? Promise narrowed his eyes and felt bad.

The trial is about to begin, did he come to grab his handle?

Ye Muchen, Jing Rui is the child I worked hard to give birth to! There is absolutely no way I will hand him over to Zhang Yuqi!

Suddenly, Ye Muchen's heart tingled, he frowned slightly, parked the car on the side of the road, and his expression was a little painful.

Ever since he promised to move out, his heart would always sting, and he would often be unable to sleep until midnight, and now this convulsion was like an extremely sharp knife, piercing it violently.

Maybe...

The corners of Ye Muchen's mouth hooked, and the pain in his heart still made him hissed softly, but his hand sped up, turned the steering wheel quickly, and walked in the direction of his private hospital.

"Is Dr. Zhang here?" Ye Muchen walked to the front desk, knocked on the table, and said lightly.

"Ahh Mr. Ye, Dr. Zhang... Dr. Zhang is in the office, you can just go directly. As soon as the young and beautiful little nurse met Ye Muchen's gaze, her face turned crimson, stammered, and she was at a loss.

"Got it, thanks." Ye Muchen bowed slightly, nodded, and took a big stride straight to Dr. Zhang's office.

"Dr. Zhang." Ye Muchen glanced up at the doctor's photo in the upper right corner, hugged his hand to his chest, and hooked a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why are you here?"

The doctor Zhang in Ye Muchen's mouth is a young man in his early thirties, with clear contours, a refreshing inch, and a bit of heroism between his eyebrows, which is different from the Sven of ordinary doctors.

Even if he was wearing a white coat, he couldn't hide his handsomeness, and the second he saw Ye Muchen, a big smile instantly hung on Dr. Zhang's face.

"What kind of wind is this today? Can you blow my old classmates who haven't seen me for many years? Doctor Zhang hurriedly stood up and prepared to greet Ye Muchen.

"Today, the southeast wind." Ye Muchen pretended to take out his mobile phone in a deep manner, deliberately inquired about today's wind direction, and said seriously.

"Hahaha, don't tease me! You still like such serious jokes, come on in. Dr. Zhang gently patted Ye Muchen's arm and pulled him in half-pulled.

"How's it going?" Ye Muchen smiled and asked softly.

"That's it, what about you? I... I saw the news not long ago. Dr. Zhang slurred, his hands folded together, his eyes flickering.

"I'm okay, but I've had some heart problems recently, so I'm going to ask you to help me take a look." Ye Muchen frowned and pressed his chest.

"Humph! I knew, how could you possibly have time to come to me, it sees... It's to see a doctor! Zhang Chen snorted coldly, turned the chair over, and didn't look at Ye Muchen.

"Oh, my old classmate, I'm going to die of pain, you, as a doctor who saves lives, do you have to die like this?" Ye Muchen moved his chair to the front, propped his hands on the table, and teased.

"I... Let's go, I'll take you to take a picture first. Zhang Chen shook his head helplessly, stood and straightened his white coat, put his hands in his pockets, and led Ye Muchen outside.

"Okay." Ye Muchen raised his eyebrows, took three steps and made two steps, walked to Zhang Chen's side, and the two of them exchanged a few words of greeting.

"Make a little time and let him shoot first." Zhang Chen knocked on the glass of the CT room, and said coldly through the sound transmission hole.

"Got it." The middle-aged male doctor inside pursed his lips and reluctantly agreed.

In this company, who doesn't know that Zhang Chen is an airborne soldier! As soon as he came, he sat in the position of attending doctor, and he worked in this hospital for more than ten years before he became a section chief.

But after thinking about it, the middle-aged male doctor still agreed to Zhang Chen's request, this year, you have to bow to money!

"Look at his virtue! If he knew that you were the owner of this hospital, would you dare to be so powerful! Zhang Chen crossed his waist and hugged Ye Muchen unevenly.

"It's okay, I've not been in a good mood lately, I don't want to make trouble, instead of coming to my house every day to apologize after opening him, it's better to let him stay in this department for the rest of his life!" Ye Muchen chuckled lightly and comforted Zhang Chen.

"Yes, yes, what Young Master Ye says is what it is." Zhang Chen shook his head, pushed him into the office, sat outside, crossed Erlang's legs and waited.

Ye Muchen was lying on a small bed about one meter wide, and with a press of the doctor's fingers, the whole bed slowly moved to under a large machine, and a burst of red light shone on his chest, and the pressure in the confined space made him breathless.

"Don't be nervous, take it easy." The middle-aged doctor noticed that Ye Muchen's heart was beating faster and faster, grabbed the microphone and comforted softly.

"Whew." Ye Muchen breathed a long sigh of relief and endured it for more than ten minutes before ending the long wait.

"Alright." Ye Muchen slowly pushed open the door, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, his voice was a little hoarse, and he felt weak.

"Okay, after the results come out in a while, this doctor will send it to me, let's go back to my office and sit down." Zhang Chen saw Ye Muchen's ugly face, and felt that the problem was a bit big this time, so he hurriedly walked over and supported him.

"Let's go." Ye Muchen took a deep breath, his steps heavy.

"Now, drink some hot water." Zhang Chen took a cup of boiling water for Ye Muchen, mixed some ice water in it, tested the temperature of the cup with his fingers, and then handed it to Ye Muchen.

"Thank you." Ye Muchen took the cup, took a small sip, and put it on the table.

"You just don't like to listen to people's advice!" Zhang Chen said leisurely, his tone full of helplessness.

"Okay, I'm here to see a doctor, not to listen to you!" Ye Muchen said angrily, there is an old man Ye at home, and there is another Zhang Chen here, is he a masochist?

"Okay, yes, Ye Shao, whatever you say is what it is! My rice bowl is still in your hands! Zhang Chen quipped.

"You're going to be there every day!" Ye Muchen squinted his eyes, I haven't seen him for so long, this kid has a lot of sharp teeth, he can speak well!

"The mail has arrived!" Zhang Chen immediately raised his hand, looked at the computer screen, and clicked on the email that had just arrived.

"Take a look!" Ye Muchen immediately stood up, walked around behind Zhang Chen, and followed his example, staring at his film seriously.

"How's it going?" Ye Muchen saw that he hadn't spoken, and pushed Zhang Chen's shoulder impatiently.