The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Chapter 1042 Dr. Su, I'm Really Not Sick

"How could you..." She hadn't even finished asking the question.

Qin Xuan strode forward, said nothing, and directly reached out and picked her up in his arms.

Bai Tutu gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Qin Xuan, holding his soft, fragrant little white rabbit, walked straight into the bedroom and placed her on the soft bed. The sash of his bathrobe easily came undone in his hands…

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Just like many nights before, everything was filled with eagerness and possessiveness, teasing the girl until her eyes were misty.

However, just as he was deeply moved, Qin Xuan, who usually had excellent stamina and could hold out for a long time, suddenly stopped halfway through!

He seemed to have been put on pause; his body stiffened and his movements stopped.

The passion on her face vanished instantly, leaving only disbelief and astonishment, and even... a slight pallor.

"What's wrong?" Bai Tutu seemed to notice his unusual behavior, blinked her still clear and innocent eyes, and asked softly.

Qin Xuan did not answer.

He just kept his head down, thinking in shock, "No way..."

He just...

"I'm not feeling well, so I'll let it slide this time."

Qin Xuan's voice was strained, and he almost gritted his teeth as he spoke those words.

After saying that, before Bai Tutu could react, he suddenly pulled away, nimbly flipped off the bed, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and quickly put them on.

Upon hearing that he wasn't feeling well, Bai Tutu immediately panicked. Forgetting her own disheveled state, she quickly sat up, wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself, and her little face was filled with worry and anxiety: "Ah? Where do you feel unwell? Is it serious? I, I'll take you to the hospital!"

"Need not."

Qin Xuan continued buttoning his shirt, and refused curtly.

He himself found it absurd, but more than that, he was unwilling to face it and wanted to attribute it all to fatigue or a temporary bad state of mind.

"No!" Bai Tutu insisted, jumping off the bed barefoot and running to him. She looked up at him, her eyes instantly reddening, her voice trembling with tears, "How can you not go to the hospital when you're not feeling well? Please, let's go to the hospital for a checkup, okay? I'll go with you!"

Her eyes were wet and misty, and the next second she burst into tears.

Tears rolled down her soft, white cheeks.

Those slender, white, and beautiful fingertips were still tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.

It was as if he had contracted some incurable disease.

Qin Xuan finds women's constant crying the most annoying, especially over trivial matters.

But at this moment, seeing Bai Tutu's tearful face, her wholehearted concern for him, those tears seemed to carry warmth, making his heart tremble.

His initially agitated and resistant heart softened little by little under her tears and soft pleas.

Finally, Qin Xuan took a deep breath, as if in resignation or helplessness. He irritably ran his fingers through his hair, his tone still not very good, but he relented: "...Alright, stop crying, just go, just go."

In the end, he couldn't resist the little woman's tearful onslaught.

When Bai Tutu saw that he agreed, she immediately stopped crying and smiled. Forgetting to wipe her tears, she hurriedly went to find her clothes to change into, while repeatedly saying, "Wait a minute, I'll be done soon. We'll go to the best hospital right away!"

Seeing her anxious and flustered expression, as if the sky were about to fall, Qin Xuan leaned against the wall and watched with a leisurely air.

......

When they arrived at the hospital, Qin Xuan acted like a big shot, just sitting there and doing nothing.

On the contrary, Bai Tutu, like a busy little bee, ran up and down with his documents, registering, queuing, and so busy that fine sweat beaded on his forehead.

When it was their turn, Bai Tutu immediately ran over, helped Qin Xuan up, and hurriedly pulled him towards the examination room.

Although he looked strong enough to kill a bull.

With a "click," the door to the examination room was pushed open.

Qin Xuan casually glanced inside, and when he saw that the doctor in the white coat was Su Jinyao, the third son of the Su family, he turned to leave.

But it is already late.

Because Su Jinyao had already recognized him, "Qin Xuan? Is that you?"

Qin Xuan's lips twitched uncontrollably, his face showing undisguised embarrassment. He forced a response and said, "...Mm."

Bai Tutu asked quietly from the side, "Huh? You two know each other?"

Qin Xuan was frantically thinking, "Don't I recognize him? He's an acquaintance!"

This is the third son of the Su family, Su Yutang's older brother, and a well-known young and talented doctor in their circle.

He glared at Bai Tutu.

Why did you have to register with Su Jinyao of all people?

If this gets out... what will become of Qin Xuan's reputation?

Bai Tutu blinked her innocent big eyes, completely unaware of what Qin Xuan was thinking.

She just wanted to get Qin Xuan the best doctor.

Qin Xuan stood frozen at the doorway, wanting to run away.

Su Jinyao spoke up, "Come in, don't stand at the door. Tell me, where are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Xuan chuckled twice, trying to bluff his way out: "Hehe... Actually, I'm not sick."

Upon hearing this, Su Jinyao raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to the anxious Bai Tutu beside him, asking in a questioning tone: "You're not sick? But your girlfriend was at the nurses' station just now, and she was very anxious, saying that you were feeling unwell and insisted on getting an appointment with the best specialist."

Qin Xuan followed his gaze to Bai Tutu, only to see her face scrunched up, staring intently at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Stop being stubborn."

The girl urged him softly, "Qin Xuan, don't force yourself. Let Dr. Su examine you properly. Dr. Su is very skilled!"

Qin Xuan: "..."

He felt so depressed.

He genuinely didn't think he was sick; at most, he was just... not in good condition, the duration was a little shorter, and he felt a bit tired.

Can this be considered an illness?

Take a rest, recharge your energy, and you'll be ready to fight again tomorrow!

But Bai Tutu, that little white rabbit, cried like a tap, insisting on bringing him to the hospital, and even managed to get an appointment with an acquaintance, Su Jinyao.

This is simply a blatant smear on Qin Shao's illustrious life record!

If word gets out, will he still be able to work in the industry?

Under the watchful eyes of both of them, Qin Xuan inwardly groaned, but outwardly he could only feign composure and walk past.

He thought to himself, "Anyway, I'm not sick. I have nothing to fear. Can Su Jinyao fabricate an illness out of thin air for me?"

Thinking about it this way, he felt much more at ease. He sat down casually on the consultation chair and emphasized again, "Dr. Su, I'm really not sick. She's just making a mountain out of a molehill. She's worried and insisted on bringing me here for you to take a look."

Su Jinyao didn't respond to his words, but simply extended his long, clean fingers and gestured to the pulse pillow in front of him, "Extend your hand."

For some reason, perhaps it was the professional and authoritative aura that doctors naturally exude, but Qin Xuan, who was usually arrogant and domineering, subconsciously restrained his arrogance and obediently placed his wrist on the doctor's wrist, appearing to be cooperative and compliant.

Su Jinyao placed his fingertips on his wrist pulse, lowered his eyes and focused intently, carefully feeling the pulse beneath his fingers.

The consultation room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of breathing remaining.