The Sweetest Medicine

One meal. Multiple intentions.

Yu Gangan’s heart was trembling. When this was all over, she was going to ask her Master Handsome whether Fang Zhihan had passed his test; she didn’t want to attend another awkward and uncomfortable meal like this ever again.

Soon enough, the meal ended and He Shigui called the waiter to pay; he didn’t want Fang Zhihan to pay. This was his standpoint.

But, to his surprise, the waiter said, “Mr. Fang has already paid.”

He Shigui’s refined smile turned a little cold. His lips moved a little like he wanted to say something, but Yu Gangan said with a smile, “Master Handsome, just let him pay.”

She stared at He Shigui, gesturing that since it was a test, Fang Zhihan naturally had to pay the bill.

He Shigui swallowed back his words. “In that case, thank you, Mr. Fang. We will treat you back in the future,” he said calmly.

He then said to Yu Gangan, “Brat, let’s go home.”

Yu Gangan still wanted to have dinner with Fang Zhihan so she tried to leave with Fang Zhihan, but when He Shigui called her to go home, she had no choice but to follow him obediently.

She decided to go home with him first and come back out later by herself.

She looked at Fang Zhihan apologetically, but Fang Zhihan did not say a word as his lips curved upwards slightly and he stared at her with deep meaning.

As the trio exited the restaurant, someone accidentally bumped against Fang Zhihan at the entrance.

Coincidentally, they bumped against Fang Zhihan’s injured hand.

Fang Zhihan leaned against the wall, holding his injured hand and lowered his eyes, concealing his emotions.

Yu Gangan was startled. She immediately approached his side and said with concern, “Did he hit your wound?”

Fang Zhihan shook his head and said casually, “It should be fine. If he really hit it, I can just get it stitched back up.”

This remark made Yu Gangan scoff angrily, “Do you think you’re stitching up clothing?”

After scolding the man, she glanced at him with a pout and said to He Shigui, “Master Handsome, I’ll take him to check his wound. I’ll be back later.”

He Shigui moved his lips, wanting to say something, but Yu Gangan was already dragging Fang Zhihan into his car.

As the car passed by He Shigui, the window slowly lowered and Fang Zhihan took a glance back at him. His lips curved upwards slightly and there was a victorious smile in his eyes.

As he watched the car drive away, He Shigui’s gentleness completely disappeared.

What a black-bellied man…

He was frighteningly calculative.

The car drove forward and Yu Gangan furrowed her brows. When it stopped at a red light, she finally turned to Fang Zhihan and said, “Let’s go to the hospital.”

“Aren’t you a doctor? Why should we go to the hospital?”

Yu Gangan turned a corner and began driving towards Fang Zhihan’s home, “Fine, I’ll take you back and reapply medicine for you. If the wound has been opened, I’ll stitch it back up for you.”

A slight smile appeared in Fang Zhihan’s eyes as he lay his palm on her head and patted it dotingly. He looked to be in a particularly good mood.

After returning to Fang Zhihan’s apartment, Yu Gangan began to help him with his wound. As she disinfected it, she took a careful look. After she confirmed that it did not open up, she let out a sigh of relief.

She cleaned the dried blood on the wound and checked for signs of infection. She then applied medicine and helped him wrap it back up.

Fang Zhihan looked at his arm and his lips curved upwards slightly, “As expected, it’s convenient to have a doctor for a girlfriend.”