In a hospital department, someone was bent over, searching for something. A woman walked in without knocking and slapped the bent-over person's backside. “Qinqin, hurry, help treat me! I threw out my back, and it hurts like crazy.”
“Who are you? You have the wrong person. Dr. Lü isn't here. And you owe me an apology.” A low, icy male voice rang out, edged with anger. Mu Manman was startled by the voice. She looked up to see a tall man straightening up and glaring at her, his expression full of scorn and irritation.
I'm done for. I just slapped a tiger on the backside.
But Dr. Jiang could never have imagined how much he'd soon want this woman to look at no one but him.
