The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband - Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Chapter 291 – Five years of parting, so she was in T city_1
Xia Ye Zhao refused to let go, holding her tightly in his embrace. It was a hug of reunion after a long separation, and a hug of regaining what was once lost. The feelings of guilt and regret were overwhelming.

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He had spent so many years searching for her but had never found her. He thought she was dead, he really almost believed she was dead…

“Qiongqiong, I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you, it was me…”

Xia Ye Zhao didn’t know how to make up for it. As he was speaking, his gaze unintentionally collided with that of a female doctor on a mobile emergency bed. He froze for a moment, his voice abruptly falling silent.

That face was too familiar…

In his midnight dreams, she frequently slipped into his dreams. What was she doing here?

The woman in the white coat, a doctor with an attractive figure, obviously didn’t expect to run into Xia Ye Zhao here either. Their eyes met, showing surprise.

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The impact of the man with an imposing aura, his side profile as handsome as it was in her memory, didn’t escape the female doctor’s attention. Discovering Xia Ye Zhao embracing a young girl, her eyes seemed pained by the sight and quickly avoided his gaze.

She reminded herself that treating the patient was her priority.

In the blink of an eye, she passed by Xia Ye Zhao who was holding Ye Xingguang. To a nurse who rushed over, she said, “Call Dr. Bo, I’ll be waiting for him in the operating room.”

The nurse nodded and ran towards the doctor’s office.

Ye Xingguang pulled away from Xia Ye Zhao’s embrace. Looking up, she found that her brother was lost in thoughts.

His eyes were fixed on the shrinking figure of the female doctor. Although he was still standing in front of her, it seemed as if his soul had followed the doctor.

Ye Xingguang couldn’t help being curious. Who was that female doctor?

Until the doctor disappeared at the end of the corridor, her brother’s soul hadn’t returned.

She pursed her lips and didn’t ask. She tried to retrieve the hot water bottle from her brother’s hands, apparently nudging him to follow the doctor. Seeing this, Xia Ye Zhao finally snapped back to reality and didn’t let her take the bottle.

“Aren’t you going after her?”

“What?” Xia Ye Zhao was clearly out of sorts.

“That female doctor, do you know her?”

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How could he not know her?

However, Xia Ye Zhao’s expression chilled slightly. Three words, blunt: “Don’t know her.”

Ye Xingguang thought to herself, he’s saying one thing but means another.

When they passed the nurse’s station, she noticed the wall across the station. On it were profiles of all the doctors in nephrology. She curiously searched for the female doctor.

After a while, she found her.

Chang Danran, twenty-seven years old, expert nephrologist, graduated from the top medical university in the country, and even her passport-size photo was beautiful.

Xia Ye Zhao stood beside her, staring at the woman in the photo, his eyes complex.

Five years.

Five years since they last met, it turns out she was in T city.

Xia Ye Zhao unconsciously clenched the hot water bottle in his hand. Standing in the bustling corridor, his heart felt like it was in a lonely corner where no light could reach, aching in the cold.

Ye Xingguang looked at her brother’s tight and handsome face, but didn’t persist with her questions. She walked back to the ward.

Xia Ye Zhao followed her into the ward. Sitting there, he was distracted while he spoke about visiting the patient. It was not until he calmed down from the initial shock that he regained his usual demeanor. Sincerely, he said, “Uncle, Auntie, thank you for saving and raising my little sister. I don’t know how to repay your kindness, thank you.”

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This thanked carried an immense weight to it.

Song Chuanqi didn’t care for his sentiment: “Young man, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”