Luo Qianning was so angry with Mo Tingchen that she vomited blood, and left the hospital angrily. When Wen Ziyang returned to the office, only Mo Tingchen was left sitting on the sofa.

"Yo? The famous Mo Shao also has a day when he is left to dry? Wen Ziyang quipped. You must know that Mo Tingchen is from a century-old wealthy family in the imperial capital, and he is the youngest son of the old man of the Mo family, and he is already the heir of half of the Mo family, and he has mastered most of the Mo group.

Coupled with this ungodly appearance and cold character, in Wen Ziyang's words, it is a walking marriage certificate.

The celebrities in the imperial capital flocked to him, and they squeezed their heads and thought about the Spring Festival for a while. As long as you have a relationship with Mo Tingchen, it is like gilding yourself.

Which woman is not guarding Mo Tingchen with a blank eye, but this Miss Luo San insisted on leaving Mo Tingchen here alone and leaving.

It's personal.

"Get out." Mo Tingchen spit out a word, and his whole person exuded an aura of unhappiness. It's okay if Wen Ziyang doesn't say it, when he says it like this, Mo Tingchen is even more unhappy, he wants money and money, and he wants to be beautiful, and that little girl ignores him.

He couldn't get angry when he thought about it. Wen Ziyang threw two pieces of paper on the table and said, "Let's see, what kind of medicine did this Miss Luo take before?" Mo Tingchen glanced at it, but he didn't move coldly, so he didn't care.

Wen Ziyang saw that he didn't move, and smiled, how old is he, and he is still on the bar?

"Miss Luo didn't say that it was all the medicine that the stepmother gave her, tsk, these things are trying to ruin her." Wen Ziyang said.

"If there's a fart, let it go!" Mo Tingchen was furious.

"Okay, okay, most of the medicines have hormones, I heard that Miss Luo used to be as fat as a pig's head, and it has nothing to do with this, and a small part of the drugs are antidepressant drugs." Wen Ziyang said.

"Antidepressant? What happens if you eat it? Mo Tingchen asked.

"These antidepressants, to put it bluntly, are nerve blockers, and a healthy person who eats too much will affect his nervous thinking, and to put it simply, he will become a fool. This stepmother really wants Miss Luo to live her life fat and stupid. Wen Ziyang sighed.

Mo Tingchen thought about the sweet smile of that girl, and she was not stupid.

"But listening to Miss Luo's meaning, she has been taking this medicine for more than ten years, and she looks like she is alive and kicking, not stupid." Wen Ziyang sighed.

Mo Tingchen squinted at him: "You really want her to be a fool?" Wen Ziyang received the warning in Mo Tingchen's eyes, and laughed dryly: "No...... No. Wen Ziyang honestly just sat in the office seat when a man sneakily walked in and looked out the door for a long time before sitting down.

Wen Ziyang asked angrily, "Have you registered?" "He came to Haicheng on a business trip, so he worked in the temporary office given by the hospital, not to see people.

The man asked, "Was there a little girl who came to see a doctor just now?" Not very old, eighteen or nineteen years old. Wen Ziyang paused and said, "Why are you asking about this?" The man tightened his clothes, took out a bulging envelope, and said on the table anyway: "Doctor, that's our young lady, she fell out with her boyfriend but became pregnant, she is still young, this matter is not good for her reputation, can you return her test sheet to our family?" The man said sincerely, but Wen Ziyang knew that Luo Qianning was excluded everywhere in the Luo family, where would anyone care so much about her reputation.

"This is the patient's privacy, and we don't want to leak it......" Wen Ziyang said with a little embarrassment.

"Doctor, you can be accommodating and return the test sheet to me, and the money is yours." The man pushed the envelope forward.

Wen Ziyang was a little embarrassed and said, "I'll go in and find out." He opened the curtain and walked inside, and Mo Tingchen sat on the sofa inside, because the curtain was blocked, and the man didn't see him.

Wen Ziyang looked at Mo Tingchen, his eyes signaled, do you want to give it? Mo Tingchen nodded. Wen Ziyang walked out, printed the test sheet, handed it to the man, and said in a decent manner: "Don't tell others."