Lin Chen was so broke that all he had left was a marriage contract. He planned to apply for a “fake boyfriend” gig and make enough for a meal.
Instead, a cold CEO dragged him into a wealthy family and shoved a dying old man in his face.
“Kid, if my dad dies, you won't live either!”
Lin Chen looked at the Ling family's old master, who was barely breathing, then at the roomful of famous doctors wailing in despair, and sighed.
“Move aside. I'll put in the needle.”
The silver needle went in, and the dying man returned to life.
The room fell silent.
The CEO was dumbfounded.
How had the fake boyfriend she'd hired for ten thousand yuan become a medical master so skilled that even the King of Hell wouldn't dare claim him?
Lin Chen: “I admit I'm handsome, but forcing things doesn't make them sweeter!”
The CEO: “I don't care if it's sweet, as long as it quenches my thirst!”
