Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

"...Should I call you, Miss Qiao, or Xiao Qiao...brother?"

Hearing this, Qiao Yi's pupils shrank rapidly, and his eyeballs almost popped out of his eyes.

He found out?

How did he find out?

They had only met twice in total. As soon as Qiao was sure that the original owner did not have the memory of Zhao Yi in his mind, could it be that he has supernatural powers and can see through?

Zhao Yi was amused by her surprised appearance, and walked to the bedside.

"Tell me, why are you lying?"

Qiao Yi looked flustered, and wanted to get out of bed, but Zhao Yi held him down, "My waist hurts, so be honest."

"I..." Qiao Yi raised his head and met Zhao Yi's half-smiling eyes, "Doctor Zhao, can you keep it secret for me?"

Zhao Yi looked at her and asked again, "Why did you lie to me?"

Qiao Yi bit his lower lip, "I, I have a problem, Dr. Zhao, can you please keep it secret for me? Please, I can give you any amount of money."

Zhao Yi didn't answer her words, lifted the quilt, sat down by the bed, "Maybe, you can tell me about your difficulties."

"No, I can't." Qiao shook his head, "I swore that I wouldn't even die. I'd better give you money. How much do you want to keep it secret for me?"

She suddenly thought of something, and pulled Zhao Yi's sleeve, "Do you really like doing experiments, do you want a kidney? I'll cut one for you, and keep it secret for me."

Zhao Yi: "..."

Does he look like Frankenstein doing live experiments?

Zhao Yi looked into Qiao Yi's eyes for a long while, as if he was judging the authenticity of her words.

He didn't agree to Qiao Yi, nor refused, he got up and made a gesture to Qiao Yi,

"Turn around and let me see the wound on your waist."

Qiao Yi didn't dare to press too hard, so he had to turn around obediently.

After the home clothes were removed, there was a bruise the size of a palm on the left waist, which was shocking.

Zhao Yi bowed his head and reached out to touch the affected area.

"...It hurts!" Joe yelled.

Immediately afterwards, with a "bang", the door was pushed open, and He Yunting stood outside with a bad expression.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Fuck your sister! I'm fucking seeing a doctor!

Qiao Yi quickly grabbed the quilt and covered his back.

Although it was only a few seconds, He Yunting still saw a small section of the waist as white as milk, and there was a glaring bluish-purple mark on it.

"You..." He Yunting took two steps forward, his mind was empty and he didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a long time, I choked out a sentence, "It's been 5 minutes, are you still okay?"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Joe One: "..."

"No big problem, soft tissue contusion, subcutaneous congestion, can't massage tonight, put plaster on." Zhao Yi took out two plasters from the medicine box and handed them to He Yunting.

"You came just in time. I still have something to do. You post it to her, and go to bed early when you're done."

He Yunting took it, and replied yes.

Joe is in a hurry, so this is the end?

Hey, you haven't said it yet, have you promised to keep it secret for me?

Her big eyes flickered and followed Zhao Yi, but Zhao Yi just treated her as air and didn't look at her at all.

Quickly packed the medicine box, and saw that Zhao Yi was about to leave.

"Doctor Zhao!" Qiao panicked and called out to stop him.

He Yunting and Zhao Yijun were taken aback.

"how?"

Joe stammered, "I, I, besides my waist, other parts of me also hurt."

"Oh?" Zhao Yi helped his glasses, "Where does it hurt?"

"My whole back, yes, my whole back hurts." Joe pleaded with a glance.

Zhao Yi seemed to smile, "Well, the whole back is such a large area, and I need to (take off) clothes for the physical examination, can you?"