A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 54 Dr. YM Is Invited

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Dr. YM Is Invited

Fu Yanhe propped himself up with both hands on the bed, took Shen Yanhe’s hand with scratches and pinch marks with one hand, and reached out to Wu Fang with the other, lowering his voice, "Give me the disinfectant and bandages."

Wu Fang quickly glanced at the hand he was holding and obediently opened the small medical kit, silently fished out the disinfectant and cotton swabs, and handed them to Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe took the disinfectant, opened the bottle cap, dampened the cotton swab, and carefully disinfected the visible pinch and scratch marks on Shen Yanhe’s hand with the tiny cotton swab.

The dense, prickly pain from the wrist awakened the drowsy Shen Yanhe once again.

When she first opened her eyes, her vision was still blurry, and she had yet to see the scene in front of her.

After a few seconds, when her eyes refocused, Shen Yanhe saw Fu Yanhe disinfecting the scratches and pinch marks on her hand.

The seriousness and solemnity in his eyes startled Shen Yanhe for a moment, and then she felt somewhat at a loss.

Since her mother had passed away and her father disappeared, it had been a long time since anyone had tended to her wounds with such detail.

Mostly, she would apply medicine to herself when injured. If the injury was minor, she would endure it so as not to worry her grandmother and the old man, and if the injury was serious, she would also grit her teeth and bear it alone.

In the past, her injuries were either from knives or clubs, and she hadn’t taken these minor scratches and pinches seriously at first.

Yet, she had not expected them to be treated so carefully and preciously by Fu Yanhe.

She awkwardly curled up her palm, wanting to pull her hand out of Fu Yanhe’s grip, and whispered, "It’s just a minor injury, no need for disinfecting."

But Fu Yanhe held her wrist tightly without letting go and looked at her with his dark eyes, speaking softly, "Be good."

Shen Yanhe opened her mouth but ultimately did not pull her hand back, continuing to rest it in his cool palm and watched him disinfect the small wounds on her wrist.

Actually, these minor injuries seemed unnecessary to her to disinfect and medicate.

But being tended to with such care, she couldn’t help feeling warm inside.

The room was tranquil and tinged with a touch of warmth; Wu Fang tried to make himself as unobtrusive as possible, not to disturb the young madam and the young master.

Shen Yanhe sat up to make it easier for Fu Yanhe to apply medicine; they sat face-to-face on the bed.

She scratched her head, feeling the silence was too much now, and uncommonly sensed a bit of discomfort.

Shen Yanhe carefully observed his complexion and asked softly, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Fu Yanhe hummed lightly in response, "Not uncomfortable."

She pursed her lips and said, "The sudden poison attack today was because of the medicine I prepared for you, which started to work and attempted to expel the toxins from your body."

"What you vomited today was all poisoned blood, and getting it out will make your body feel much better."

"If the poisoning happens again and I’m not around, just have Wu Fang find a basin for you, and vomit out the poisoned blood."

Fu Yanhe responded mildly and continued to concentrate on wrapping her wrist with the bandage.

Shen Yanhe watched as he skillfully wound it around, even finishing with a butterfly knot, and she couldn’t help twitching at the corners of her mouth.

There was even a butterfly knot.

How meticulous.

"By the way," Fu Yanhe said as he took a wet handkerchief from Wu Fang and wiped off his pale, jade-like fingers, he looked up at Shen Yanhe, "The doctor I’ve been searching for abroad has been contacted. She’ll come to take over Shen Huai’s treatment in half a month."

Shen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, blinked, and a hint of confusion appeared on her face, "So the doctor who saved Shen Huai this time wasn’t brought in by you?"

The doctor who took charge of the emergency treatment for Shen Huai this time was not Dr. Lin, the one Gan Danxue had asked for.

It was just that she had been preoccupied with Shen Huai at the time and hadn’t had much interaction with that doctor.

She had thought that he was arranged by Fu Yanhe.

Could it be... he wasn’t arranged by him?

"Yes."

She heard Fu Yanhe’s low and slightly husky voice, rich like a cello, say, "It doesn’t conflict, the two of them are involved in different fields."

"The one from the other day excels in intracranial surgery, while the one brought in now is more adept at cellular immunotherapy."

Shen Yanhe’s eyes brightened, and she couldn’t help but crawl a few steps toward him, leaning in close to ask, "Who is the doctor you brought in? Can you tell me?"

The neckline of her T-shirt was somewhat low, and as she crawled toward Fu Yanhe, the delicate collarbone exposed outside was dazzlingly white.

Fu Yanhe frowned and glanced at her with dark eyes, then reached out his hand and pressed her back into the bed, casting a cold glance at Wu Fang, who was trying his best to make himself inconspicuous.

Wu Fang, who had already closed his eyes, felt the murderous gaze from his young master.

"..."

Wu Fang silently turned around and walked toward the direction of the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind the two of them.

Shen Yanhe was pushed back unexpectedly, and like a little fish, she struggled in the bed for a long time, until she managed to rescue herself and expose her nose and mouth, breathing heavily.

Because of the lack of oxygen, a faint blush rose at the corners of her eyes, making her look pure and desirous, with an unwitting charm.

She sniffled and looked at Fu Yanhe with annoyance, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yanhe quietly watched her for a moment, said nothing, but his eyes darkened.

Amidst Shen Yanhe’s puzzled gaze, he fell silent for a few seconds, then emotionlessly said, "If you’re not leaving now, are you planning to sleep with me tonight?"

Sleep together?

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks blushed slightly, and she quickly threw off the covers and hopped down from the bed, "No, no, no, I’m leaving now."

Fu Yanhe watched her eager-to-escape figure, his expression turning slightly ugly, and his eyes on Shen Yanhe carried a hint of coldness.

Does she dislike being in contact with him that much?

The carefree Shen Yanhe didn’t feel anything at all, and after putting away the Golden Needle one by one on the table, she walked outside.

She hadn’t walked far before she stopped and turned her head to look at Fu Yanhe, who was sitting on the bed looking somewhat upset, and hesitantly asked, "You haven’t told me yet, who is the person coming to treat Ah Huai..."

Fu Yanhe took a deep breath, suppressed the somewhat inexplicable displeasure in his heart, and said coldly, "That doctor, you have heard of too, is none other than Dr. YM, whom many people internationally are looking for."

Shen Yanhe’s pupils contracted sharply, and her face instantly turned extremely strange.

Dr. YM was clearly her...

Then who was this impostor popping up from nowhere?