Tyrant Son-in-law

Finally, Hu Yiming relaxed his fists and let Hu Jingtian live for the time being.    

If he wanted to take revenge now, he would have a chance to leave Uncle Hwa's side. However, he was afraid that he would go against Uncle Hwa's wishes.    

Now that he was alone, if he did not have Uncle Hwa's help, it would be difficult for him to get a foothold.    

Even if it was to save Yihan from such a situation in the future, he would have to endure it first.    

Uncle Hwa nodded.    

This was also a test he gave Hu Yiming.    

Even though his wife had been killed so miserably, he was still able to maintain his rationality. Not bad at all.    

If something were to happen to Hu Jingtian or inform the family, it would definitely alarm the other young masters of the other families. At that time, the newly risen Little Young Master would surely become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.    

"Sixteenth Young Master, since Little Young Master has forgiven you, then just laugh and forget about our grudge! However, if there is a next time when I do not compete unfairly, I will be handed over to the family for punishment along with this time! "    

"Thank you, Uncle Hwa! Thank you, Uncle Hwa!" "Thank you, Seventeenth Younger Brother!"    

Hu Jingtian shed tears of gratitude.    

His wealth and glory had finally been preserved.    

He didn't dare to blow the matter up. He hated how he couldn't hide the matter carefully, just like a public figure. He was afraid that the 'scandal' would spread.    

After Hu Jingtian left.    

"Little Young Master, this matter isn't big, you must pay more attention in the future. While protecting the people around you, you must also consider the consequences of your actions. Your wings are not yet full, and I can hide it from you this time. Sixteenth Young Master has no schemes in mind, but if it were anyone else, I'm afraid it would be hard to say. "    

"Thank you, Uncle Hwa."    

He thought of another thing: "Uncle Hwa, I want to go to Shang Jing!"    

Uncle Hwa was stunned and then angry.    

"What did I tell you? Even Sixteenth Young Master isn't his match, how can we deal with Eldest Young Master?" Furthermore, there is not only the Young Master in Shang Jing. With him as the leader, there are also the Second Young Miss, the Third Young Master and the Fourth Young Master! "    

Any one of his lackeys could crush Hu Yiming.    

What was worse was that with their abilities, they did not need to be afraid of their status as the stewards of the Greater China area. In order to avoid suspicion, Uncle Hwa did not have much contact with Hu Yiming even if it was under his command.    

If someone found out about it, especially the Eldest Young Master, it was very likely that he would be killed first!    

Hu Yiming laughed instead.    

"Uncle Hwa, are you favoring me?"    

Uncle Hwa was stunned again, then said after a while: "This is called favoritism, it is also called self-redemption!"    

"I have been used to watching battles between members of the family. It wasn't until Little Young Master appeared that I felt like I was competing for fame. It was just a passing thought."    

"Little Young Master, no matter what happens, you have to be sincere."    

The two understood that Uncle Hwa would stand up for Hu Yiming at the right time.    

With this unspoken promise, Hu Yiming was even more confident.    

He was not reckless, but he really missed Yue Yihan too much. These days, he had not been idle and used any available means to come up with a plan to "infiltrate" Shang Jing.    

The probability of success was unknown, but the risks were extremely high.    

This was more or less what Uncle Hwa had guessed.    

He knew that he could not dissuade Little Young Master, so he didn't say anything more. As if he was prepared, he took out a bunch of keys and cards from his pocket and said: "Shang Jing, is not a place for me to stroll. Little Young Master must be careful."    

Knowing that it was useless to say all this, Little Young Master was no longer a child. Uncle Hwa sighed and opened the door, leaving.    

His gaze shifted and landed on a special ward in Shang Jing First People's Hospital.    

The description on the bedside medical record was: A blow to the head with mild concussion, accompanied by intermittent amnesia. Several fractures of the arm.    

Not long after Yue Yihan woke up, she seemed to have had a very long and terrible nightmare.    

She looked around in confusion. She was a stranger, but she couldn't remember who she was. Why was she here? When she thought about it, her head felt like it was about to explode.    

Not long after, a large group of nurses dressed in white and a doctor in white rushed over.    

"The patient is awake!"    

Pulse control, measuring equipment … After going through all the processes, Doctor Zhang Fengnian was finally relieved.    

"Fortunately, the delivery was timely, and thanks to the patient's strong willpower, I managed to survive this dangerous period. As long as I wake up, I'm happy!"    

Immediately, another nurse came forward and laughed: "What's your name? "Where do I live …"    

Yue Yihan shook her head after a series of questions.    

"The patient's mind must have received a severe mental stimulation to have Xiao Lin, the psychiatrist, come over!"    

Before long, a handsome young man of around thirty years of age walked over. He was a scoundrel with a noble disposition, and if not for the white coat he wore, he would have been mistaken for a rich second generation.    

Upon entering, the group of young nurses held their breath, their eyes filled with envy. Their heads were buried like quail.    

"Xiao Lin, I'll have to trouble you again!" The patient's condition is unstable, take a look, did the head get hit, affected the nervous system... " Dr. Zhang paid a lot of attention to Lin Beishan and his tone became a lot gentler.    

"A small matter. It's my duty to treat patients! " After exchanging a few polite words, Lin Beishan looked towards the bed, "It's this patient?"    

Their eyes met.    

Lin Beishan felt that the world had become still.    

Even if Yue Yihan was pale and weak, it wouldn't be enough to cover up her unfathomable beauty.    

Especially that thin hospital gown; it was so delicate that it could barely fit a person's body. Her fair neck was like a poppy that couldn't help but want to stick close and smell it …    

"Dr. Lin?"    

A soft call brought Lin Beishan back to reality.    

"Dr. Lin, you've been pretty busy these past few days. You stayed up all night to study the case, right?" "Why don't you go back and rest while I get someone to call Lil 'White over …"    

"No need. I can do it. "    

Lin Beishan's face turned red. It was rare for him to lose his composure like this.    

Originally, to produce this kind of male and female feelings for patients, should try to avoid contact, lest affect the follow-up diagnosis and treatment.    

However, there was an obsession in his heart that made him want to take on this job.    

He could not help but look at the patient once more and then did not dare to look any further, afraid that his surrounding colleagues would notice something amiss.    

Yue Yihan just obediently stared at Lin Beishan. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and unfamiliarity towards people.    

She knew this was a hospital and the sign on his chest said "Psychiatric Department, Lin Beishan". She knew nothing about her.    

Shang Jing Hospital, it was busy every minute and every second, it was the best hospital in China.    

After Dr. Zhang brought the others down, Lin Beishan naturally came to the bedside to check the medical records.    

"Your name is Yue Yihan?" It's a very nice name. "    

"I'm called Yue Yihan?"    

The patient pointed to the tip of his nose, apparently not knowing his name.    

Lin Beishan was stunned.    

He quickly investigated everything about Yue Yihan's admission to the hospital.    

Logically speaking, the medical history had been filled in very clearly, proving that someone had come here before. However, there wasn't any relevant information on the admission data.    

Like, this person was found by a passerby and brought back to the hospital by phone.    

Then who filled out the admission documents and paid three million in treatment fees?    

Not much, just enough for the patient to enjoy the best treatment for three months.