Médico Divino: Esposa Fofa – Senhora Gu Tem Realmente As Mãos Que Trazem A Primavera

Feng Xi had been sitting at the entrance of the rehabilitation room for over half an hour. In another thirty minutes, the dormitory doors would lock for the night, yet the handsome man inside, sweat streaming down as he trained, showed no sign of finishing.

Scattered at her feet lay cleaning tools. Tidying the rehab room would take at least ten minutes; running from the hospital to the dorm another ten. It was ten o’clock now—ten minutes left before she would have to usher him out.

Through the glass, Feng Xi watched the man. He was striking, more handsome than anyone she had ever seen: almond eyes, thin lips, sharp features, a resolute expression, tall and broad-shouldered. Beads of sweat slid down his chiseled jawline, soaking the collar and back of his shirt.

His name was Gu Qingchen. A car accident had shattered his thigh and pelvis, and several steel pins more than twenty centimeters long were embedded in his body. Ordinarily, such grievous fractures would condemn most to a wheelchair for the rest of their days.

But money bends the world; for the wealthy, nothing is truly insurmountable.

A friendly nurse had whispered to her once: Gu Qingchen’s background was far from ordinary. One of the hospital’s major shareholders was a close relative of his. The accident had happened after his fiancée eloped with another.

Feng Xi stood at the glass, inwardly marveling that even a man as handsome as Gu Qingchen could be abandoned—what standards must his ex have! A man this attractive and affluent surely drew women like moths to a flame.

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