The Genius Doctor, My Wife, Is Valiant Chapter 3

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

He expected her to reveal the identity of her lover, but instead, she demanded that he fetch the Feng Shui Master?

That Feng Shui Master was the one for whom the Master had waited a whole month, paying a fortune to hire. Did she really think he was some bargain street peddler available on demand?

The richest person on earth?!

The Zhan family wasn't even the wealthiest on the planet! Had she banged up her head during the fall?!

As he realized she had already exited the room, he couldn't stop himself from calling out, “Young Mistress, where are you headed?”

“Home.”

Butler Xu felt utterly downcast.

He wasn't exaggerating at all. This lady had clearly spotted her bag and phone sitting on the bed, but she wouldn't bother picking them up. She simply strutted out of the room, her hips swaying with delight.

Regardless, he served as the Zhan family's head butler, not her personal lackey. Didn't she realize how improper this seemed?

“Your CT scan results aren't ready yet. You can't go!”

“I didn't damage any major blood vessels. It's only a slight concussion. Plenty of rest will fix it. For the wound, have the family doctor redress it every two days, and I'll recover fine.”

Gazing at her aloof, lithe form striding off rebelliously, her serpentine waist twisting seductively, so mesmerizing that lotuses seemed to blossom under each step, Butler Xu found himself longing to place a crown upon her brow.

How could this woman carry on like that?

“We must wait for the report anyway. Your words don't hold weight!”

Right then, a doctor approached from the corridor's far end. Spotting Jing Qian, he offered a respectful greeting, “Young Mistress.”

Jing Qian paused for a second to register it. Once certain he meant her, she gave a nod brimming with natural grace and iciness.

Then he glanced back to see Butler Xu—in his refined classic English suit, hair perfectly slicked—rushing after Jing Qian. A bag slung over his shoulder flaunted a massive logo, as if afraid no one would spot it was a rare Chanel edition. In his other hand gleamed a diamond-studded phone. The sight screamed of a bossy queen dragging her loyal mutt around her empire.

“What do the results say?” Butler Xu inquired.

The doctor snapped out of the awkward spectacle and replied, “The gash on Young Mistress’s head measures roughly five centimeters in length and 0.35 centimeters across. Despite heavy bleeding, no vital vessels were hit. Merely a minor concussion. Let her recuperate at home, and she'll recover. For the wound, have a family doctor change the dressing every three days. Avoid wetting it when washing hair.”

Butler Xu: !!!

She had nailed it.

“Can she get discharged now?”

“Yes, sir. Young Mistress’s injury isn't serious. She's free to leave whenever.”

Butler Xu lifted his gaze to thank the doctor, but discovered Jing Qian already at the hallway's distant end, shadowed by the bodyguards he'd assigned. That display...

Didn't this mirror exactly how the Master departed on his business inspections?

Butler Xu hastened his steps, entered the vehicle, and handed the items to Jing Qian. “Young Mistress, your bag and phone.”

Noticing the items didn't appeal to her, Jing Qian wrinkled her nose in distaste and remarked, “Hang onto them for the moment. Return them to me later.”

“...Sure.”

“Young Mistress, your earlier assessment matched the doctor's exactly. Do you know something about medicine?”

“Nope,” Jing Qian shot back instantly.

“So how did you figure out your injury?”

“I searched it up online.”

“You looked up your own diagnosis?” Butler Xu clearly wasn't buying it.

“Yeap, only for $9.90. 48 hours online consultation from a tertiary hospital.”

“I see!”

Butler Xu nodded while processing the info, though he couldn't shake the sensation of being conned…