In Zhao Fan's eyes, Wen Zuoxian is just a child spoiled by his parents! As long as he doesn't provoke him in the future, he will not pay attention to this person anymore. If he hadn't looked down on Wen Chenggong, he would not have come to save people, so the rescue of people has nothing to do with this kid.

"Okay, okay, what era is it? I still kneel down at any time, get up quickly!"

Zhao Fan reached out and pulled Wen Zuoxian up, shook his head and said.

"In recent years, I have been less disciplined for Shuping's illness. Although I can't see it sometimes, when I think of his mother's situation, I feel pitiful. When I feel soft, I let it go."

Wen Chenggong sighed and explained softly that Xu Shuping was his wife's name.

"Fortunately, Doctor Zhao is broad-minded. If Doctor Zhao refuses to save people because of this incident, you kid will never forgive yourself in your life!"

He turned his eyes to Wen Zuoxian and shouted with a calm face and a stern voice.

In fact, his assumption is not true. If Zhao Fan doesn't take action, no one knows that he can really cure the disease. Wen Chenggong's wife may die, but the so-called guilt makes no sense.

But at this time the matter was already in front of him, and his words were still very lethal.

Wen Zuoxian looked up at Xu Shuping, who was being helped by the nanny and moved her body. She thought that if she offended Zhao Fan because of her youthful aura and really made her mother die, she would probably have to spend her life in self-blame.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate and bowed to Zhao Fan at 90 degrees. His face no longer had the stubbornness he had just now, and his tone was very sincere.

"Do you really want to apologize to me?"

Zhao Fan's eyes flashed, and his eyes were slowly looking at Wen Zuoxian's face and asked calmly.

"Yes, although I do not adjust sometimes, I can still distinguish between good and bad! Doctor Zhao saved my mother's life, which is equivalent to saving our entire family. I regret the idiotic things I did before, and I just hope Doctor Zhao can forgive me!"

Wen Zuoxian nodded vigorously and said seriously.

"It's okay to get my forgiveness. After I finish writing the prescription, I'm going to go to bed. When I sleep, you stand in the yard. When I wake up, if you're still there, I'll forgive you!"

Zhao Fan looked up at the sunlight outside and said with a chuckling.

When Wen Zuoxian, who was standing beside him, shrank slightly and his expression moved. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Tang Xiaojing's face changed slightly, and he looked out the window.

It is already early July, the hottest time of the year. It is past eleven o'clock, and it is almost noon, and the sun is the most violent. It is no exaggeration to say that now, you will be able to get acquainted in a few minutes if you keep standing against such a sun. If you keep standing, you will suffer.

"Okay, I will always stand in the yard and wait for you!"

Wen Zuoxian also glanced at the dazzling sunshine outside, and his eyes also twitched, but after he hesitating for a moment, he nodded heavily, turned around and walked out.

"Doctor Zhao, there will be no accident, right? Although Zuoxian is not very sensible sometimes, he is not bad by nature. His mother has been in charge of many years since she was sick. Is this punishment a bit serious? It is not fun to have heatstroke!"

Tang Xiaojing looked at Wen Zuoxian standing upright in the yard, and looked at Zhao Fan with some concern and said.

"With Doctor Zhao here, what else can he have to do with him? I have neglected discipline to this kid in recent years and it has become increasingly unreasonable. I should make him suffer a little. Dean Tang doesn't have to plead for him!"

Wen Chenggong looked at his son who had already sweated profusely in just two minutes. He felt a little reluctant in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and waved his hand to stop Tang Xiaojing's plea.

Zhao Fan ignored Tang Xiaojing and after Wen Zuoxian went out, he started writing on the paper.

Tang Xiaojing's attention had long been shifted to the prescription he wrote. Every time Zhao Fan wrote a name for the medicine, he would think a little, his face full of confusion. However, as the subsequent medicines appeared one by one, his face was filled with a sudden enlightenment. He kept patting his thighs, his eyes full of surprise, as if he had seen a new world.

"I've learned a lot. Today I've learned a lot. It turns out that the prescription can be prescribed like this. I'm so skilled in small things. A pair of ordinary warm-to-sourcing prescriptions written from the hands of Doctor Zhao. It made me, Tang Xiaojing, suddenly understand and received teachings!"

It only took one or two minutes to finish writing a pharmacy, but Tang Xiaojing's emotions followed the pen in Zhao Fan's hand, and it rose and fell many times. When the prescription was completed, he stood in front of Zhao Fan with a respectful expression and bowed to Zhao Fan seriously.

"The prescription is just an auxiliary conditioning, and only a few ordinary medicines are used, which is not as exaggerated as you said!"

Zhao Fan smiled, handed the prescription to Wen Chenggong, and then turned around and helped Tang Xiaojing up.

"I have written the usage of the medicine under the prescription. Hurry up and get the medicine. The three medicines should be almost done after taking them!"

Seeing that Tang Xiaojing's eyes were still on the paper, they almost reached out to snatch them. Zhao Fan pushed Wen Chenggong with some amusement and asked him to arrange someone to get the medicine quickly.

"Doctor Zhao, can I copy this prescription?"

Tang Xiaojing saw Wen Chenggong handing the prescription to the bodyguard at the door, and then saw the bodyguard running out, and his eyes were almost stretched out. It was not until the bodyguard's back disappeared at the door that he looked at Zhao Fan and asked nervously.

"You can do whatever you want, I'm really tired, as long as you don't disturb me to sleep!"

Zhao Fan's face was full of fatigue and he said with a smile.

"Hurry, Doctor Zhao, the room has been arranged, you can rest peacefully. I let them guard the door, and no one will disturb you!"

Wen Chenggong saw the tired look on Zhao Fan's face, slapped his forehead with self-blame, and quickly took Zhao Fan to the second floor to rest.

People are extremely tired. As long as they can enter deep sleep, they don’t necessarily need to rest for a long time. Although Wen Chengcheng arranged it very thoughtfully and the bed was very comfortable, he woke up after only about an hour of sleep.

If he hadn't had a long sleep last night and had too much consumption when he was treated just now, even if he didn't sleep for several days and nights, he wouldn't have been so tired.

One hour of rest is enough for him.

After getting up, I stretched and glanced at the yard through the second floor window.

The ground under Wen Zuoxian's feet in the yard was soaked in sweat, and his face turned pale. I don't know if it was sweat that made his eyes confused or if it could not be supported anymore, and his eyes felt like they could not be opened.

However, although his body was shaking constantly, he still stood in the position he was just now and did not move.

"It's not useless!" Zhao Fan nodded gently and walked out of the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that Wen Chenggong had actually arranged a bodyguard to guard the door. Zhao Fan was a little funny. There were only a few people in the room, just say it. Who would come to see him, Zhao Fan, a big man, sleep?

Seeing Zhao Fan come out, the bodyguard also had a sincere smile on his face and said respectfully: "Lunch will be ready soon. The miracle doctor will follow here to wash up and you can eat soon!" "You go and ask your Young Master Wen to enter the house first. Get some warm water and drink it. Don't rush to enter the air-conditioned room. Now let the cool place go slowly!"

Zhao Fan looked up and saw the bathroom on the second floor, smiled at the bodyguard, and waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

The bodyguard looked happy and ran downstairs.

Zhao Fan could see that this bodyguard was truly loyal to Wen Chenggong. He did not need to look at a person's character during major issues. He could actually see some minor and minor matters.

If Wen Chenggong is not good enough to these people around him, how could that nanny cry? How could this bodyguard care so much about Wen Zuoxian's condition?

Zhao Fan held some cold water in his hand and patted him on his face, and washed up briefly.

As soon as he got off the stairs, he saw Wen Zuoxian sitting on the stool that was moved to the door. His mother Xu Shuping was holding his still shaking body with heartache. The nanny and bodyguards were holding a fan and constantly fanning him. He was holding a water cup and constantly filling it.

Then he heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen next to him, and his nose smelled the fragrance of the food. He looked up and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Wen Chenggong, who is worth tens of billions, now looks like a housewife. He is wearing a floral apron and is turning the wok with a momentum, holding a shovel in his hand, and stir-frying in the pot very skillfully.

"I can't tell, Mr. Wen actually has this skill!"

Zhao Fan looked at Wen Chenggong with some appreciation and said with a smile.

"Haha, I laughed! I was going to take you out for a meal, but I wanted you to sleep for a while, so I could only cook it at home! After sitting for a while, there were two more dishes to eat!"

Wen Chenggong laughed and brought the freshly fried dishes to the dining table. He ran over and reached out to hold Zhao Fan and sat on the sofa. He shouted outside: "Don't surround him, see how do you spoil him? What's the matter with leaving Doctor Zhao alone here?"

"It's okay, I'll go out and have a look!"

Zhao Fan waved his hand, got up and walked out. The few people who were about to enter the house saw Zhao Fan coming out and quickly followed him.

"Do you hate me even more after you have suffered such a great sin?"

Zhao Fan asked with a chuckling in Wen Zuoxian's pulse.

"My dad is right, and he always pays the price if he does something wrong. It was because I was wrong first, and you saved my mother's life. What's this hardship? As long as you can forgive me!"

Wen Zuoxian's Moshikan hairstyle has already been deaf and looks a little embarrassed. However, there is no jealous look on his face, but instead he looks a little proud, as if he has won a battle.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Fan laughed, reached out to pat his shoulder and said, "You are in good health, no problem. You can enter the house and enjoy the air conditioning and air conditioning!"

"It's time to eat!"

Wen Chenggong also started shouting in the room at this time.

If Zhao Fan hadn't known about some situation in advance, he would have doubted whether Wen Chenggong was a professional chef when he looked at the dishes on the table. The table was full of frying, frying, stewing, stir-frying, and stewing, and it was full of color, fragrance and taste, making people feel appetite at first glance.

"Mr. Wen really opened my eyes. If you open a restaurant with your skills, the business will be absolutely great!"

Zhao Fan sincerely praised.

"Shuping suffered a lot with me. At that time, I couldn't afford to stay in the restaurant. I didn't want her to suffer grievances, so I learned to do it myself, and as I did it, I became a little bit like this!"

Wen Chenggong laughed and dragged the seat away to greet Zhao Fan, then sat down next to him.
Chapter completed!