Sticking to Mr.Chairman in This Life-Chapter 824: Name Your Price

"Bang——"

Just as she walked to the door, a muffled sound suddenly came from behind her.

Zhenzhen almost instinctively turned her head, and her face changed dramatically.

"Mo Xingyuan!"

She screamed and quickly walked back.

She saw the man covered in plaster had fallen off the hospital bed and was now lying on the floor.

She quickly went over, and the man struggled to lift his handsome but cold face. Because of the pain, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak, "Mu Zhenzhen, are you concerned about me?"

"Childish." Zhenzhen cursed, pressing a button at the head of the bed directly.

Soon, several professional doctors and nurses entered the ward.

Seeing the man lying on the floor, they were obviously startled, and hurriedly lifted him back onto the bed, followed by a thorough check of every part of him.

After confirming that nothing serious had happened from the fall, the attending doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a simple treatment, the attending doctor said softly to Zhenzhen before leaving, "Dr. Mu, no matter how much hatred you have with the patient, don’t do such things again."

Zhenzhen looked at him dumbfounded.

What did she do?

After the attending doctor and the others left, Zhenzhen finally looked at the arrogant man on the bed.

That fall clearly wasn’t light on him. His already pale face seemed even weaker.

But those dark and profound eyes were still dark and profound.

So...

They thought she had pushed Mo Xingyuan off the bed?

"Mo Xingyuan, why did you do that?"

Zhenzhen was quite frustrated.

He had just come back from the brink of death, didn’t he care about his body at all?

"Are you concerned about me?"

Mo Xingyuan seemed fixated on that question.

"I already said, medical compassion, why is it a problem for me to be concerned about you?"

Zhenzhen, at a loss with him, impatiently explained.

"Hmph." The man immediately snorted coldly, "Your reaction isn’t exactly compassionate."

Zhenzhen stared into his aggressive eyes, pausing for a few seconds without speaking.

But she quickly resumed naturally, "You owe me money, of course I’m concerned. If something happens to you, who’s going to pay me back?"

"Owe you money?"

Mo Xingyuan seemed a bit confused.

"Who do you think paid for your surgery and hospital bills? If you don’t want to owe too much, get someone to replace me as your caretaker immediately, because every minute I spend in your room is charged by the second."

"Is that so?" The man heard her and smiled faintly, "How much per second? A thousand? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? A million? The thing I, Mo Xingyuan, lack the least is money, just name a price."

"Mo Xingyuan, money isn’t everything." Zhenzhen said with a cold face, "I have work to do, no time to be here as your caretaker."

"I’m the patient, you’re the doctor, isn’t it a doctor’s job to care for the patient? Dr. Mu, your attitude towards a patient like this is grounds for complaints."

Zhenzhen didn’t respond immediately, instead she was quiet for a few seconds, "Mo Xingyuan, if you keep doing this, it will make me think you got hospitalized just for my sake."

After her words fell, the man’s expression visibly froze for a moment.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "Dr. Mu, aren’t you taking yourself too seriously?"

"Is that so?" Zhenzhen remained unfazed, "Don’t you think your behavior is quite like entanglement?"