Mu Qing was very familiar with the old lady Mo Lan, and she called "Grandma" smoothly, and seemed closer than Jing Yiran, the grandson.
He was also very polite to Zhang Rong, calling her "Madam" with a smile.
The old lady and Zhang Rong liked him very much, and they chatted enthusiastically for a while, and the atmosphere seemed to be very harmonious, except for Jing Yiran, who had an ugly face like someone owed him hundreds of millions.
After circling around for a while, Mu Qing asked: "Is grandma here for a physical examination today? I see that you are in good health. You are so energetic and look so good. You can speak for our hospital in the future!"
Regarding Jing Yiran's health, Mo Lan and Zhang Rong had no idea, but they were both very worried, and felt that what the doctor said was probably correct.
Otherwise, he couldn't conceive with so many women outside, and the only one he conceived is still a congenital deficiency!
This matter was really ignored by the two of them. When Mu Qing asked at this moment, the old lady immediately said: "Good boy, it's not grandma who came to see a doctor, I brought Aran to see a doctor."
Mu Qing looked Jing Yiran up and down, and said with a smile, "Isn't he pretty good? He wasn't injured!"
Although it was difficult to talk about it, the old lady is over seventy years old, and she has already seen those things away, she paused, and said in a low voice: "It's not about getting hurt, it's because I want to hug my great-grandson, you can find me Let an expert in that field show him, if he is sick, he should be treated immediately, but there is no delay."
Mu Qing glanced at Jing Yiran who was leaning against the wall, and saw that his face was full of anger and discomfort, and he tried his best to hold back his laughter, so much that he was about to stifle internal injuries, but he said solemnly: "Grandma doesn't need to find someone else, I will He is an expert in this field! Don't worry, it's best that Yiran is not sick, if you are sick, you will be cured, and next year you will be able to have a great-grandson!"
The old lady loves to hear such words the most at the moment, her face burst into a smile, and she said with confidence: "Okay, grandma knows that you have excellent medical skills, so I will leave it to you!"
Mu Qing thought to herself, I said that you will have a great-grandson in your arms next year, but I am not talking about this one in front of you, but the great-grandson born to you by your eldest grandson Jing Yichen!
He nodded hurriedly at the old lady, and glanced at Jing Yiran with some strange eyes, which made Jing Yiran frown.
Soon, Jing Yiran was forced into the operating room by the old lady and Zhang Rong, and Mu Qing began to examine him.
"Come on, Second Young Master Jing, take off your pants!"
Jing Yiran glanced at him, the anxiety and anger suddenly disappeared from his face, and a wicked smile appeared on his handsome face: "I'm not a manly man, I only like those beauties with big boobs! However, if you insist on serving me, I can forcefully consider it, but this place is not good, I need to change to a big bed!"
Mu Qing didn't care, put on the mask and rubber gloves, and said with a half-smile: "I hope you can talk to me so domineeringly after a while."
Jing Yiran snorted coldly, and was about to taunt a few words when Mu Qing picked up a white cotton ball and flashed it past his eyes, and then he fell down powerlessly.
Mu Qing grabbed him, and a princess hugged him to the operating table, then took off Jing Yiran's pants without blinking, revealing his coquettish red underwear.
Jing Yiran's body was limp and weak, but everything he felt was normal. Seeing Mu Qing take off his pants, he said sharply, "Mu Qing, if you try again, I'll kill you!"
Mu Qing turned a deaf ear to it, and took off his red underwear without a pause, revealing his little Yiran.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the cost is not small! No wonder you are singing and dancing every day, and I haven't seen you can't stand it. But, your kidney deficiency is certain. I will prescribe some more tonic for you later, and drink it as water for a year and a half. It will be made up.”
Mu Qing praised, not paying attention to Jing Yiran's murderous eyes, and kindly reminded him: "Don't move, I'm going to inject the needle, I don't care if you move around. Besides, the needle will hurt It hurts a little, the people you've been beaten up by Young Master Jing all year round are neither human nor ghost, so I think you can bear this kind of pain."
As he spoke, the needle in his hand pierced Xiao Jing Yiran.
The miserable screams in the operating room lasted for a long, long time, and Zhang Rong, who was waiting outside, felt distressed, and asked the old lady worriedly: "Mom, do you think Ah Ran will be fine? Why does it hurt so much after being treated?" ?”
Mo Lan had no idea, but she believed in Mu Qing's medical skills, and comforted her: "Don't worry, it's definitely fine, maybe it's not necessarily painful to treat that kind of disease."
Half an hour later, Mu Qing finally withdrew the injection, pinched Jing Yiran's mouth and poured him a bottle of medicine, then stopped and started to pack the equipment and medicine.
"Hey, why are you shouting so loudly? This operating room is not soundproof. Everyone outside must have heard it. It would be bad if someone misunderstood me. I'm not a manly man. I only like those boobs. What a beautiful woman!" He returned what Jing Yiran said just now, and seeing his pale face, his facial features were all distorted in pain, he couldn't help gloating.
Last time he snatched Shangguan Ning from the hospital and nearly killed her, but he had no choice but to call the old man to the hospital in the middle of the night to save her.
It was so dangerous at that time, Shangguan Ning's life was lost if he was not careful. Mu Qing was angry for Shangguan Ning, and this time, she happened to avenge her revenge together.
Jing Yiran's lower body was almost pricked all over by Mu Qing's needles, his head was sweating profusely from the pain, his handsome face was pale, and there was no warmth at all in those soul-stirring peach blossom eyes. If eyes could kill, Mu Qing would probably die a hundred times.
After a quarter of an hour, the strength of the medicine gradually wore off, and Jing Yiran finally regained his ability to move. He ignored the piercing pain in his lower body, stepped forward and grabbed Mu Qing's collar fiercely, and punched him directly.
Blood gushed out of Mu Qing's nasal cavity immediately, and he gasped in pain.
Jing Yiran wanted to fight again, but Mu Qing said indifferently: "If you fight again, I will make you useless for the rest of your life, and become a real eunuch!"
Jing Yiran's hand on his ear was stiff for a moment, but he finally took it back through gritted teeth.
Mu Qing let the nosebleeds go down and didn't wipe it, so that when she went out to see the old lady later, she would let her know that he was beaten by her precious grandson, and he could earn some favors.
In that kind of place, if Mu Qing made a mistake, Jing Yiran's life would be completely over for the rest of his life! Even though he hated Mu Qing to death now, he had to hold back his burning anger.
What Mu Qing did just now was not a joke, there was definitely something wrong with what happened today, he gave himself an injection as soon as he came up, and didn't do any checks at all, obviously it was premeditated!
As for the person who ordered Mu Qing, Jing Yiran didn't even need to think about it.
Jing Yichen!