The rich man's face suddenly darkened: "Can you do it? Can I just find you?"
Although she was young, the girl had an inexplicable aura that made people trust her. The rich man felt that he might have accidentally met the person who could save his life.
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Looking for me? I don't have the time to go to Dubai every now and then, and it's even more impossible for me to live with you and be your personal doctor."
The rich man first introduced himself. He was one of the richest businessmen in Arabia. His name was Qasim. He could give her a huge salary as long as she was willing to be his personal doctor.
Once she is cured, they will let her name her price and satisfy her with whatever she wants.
Qasim saw that the girl was young and there was no way she would refuse such tempting conditions.
But Wen Qiao didn't even raise his eyelids and said calmly: "No, I'm still studying. I have a lot of things to do in Haicheng. Besides, I'm not short of money."
Qasim and his wife looked at each other.
The wife said sincerely, "I apologize for our rudeness just now. If it is because of what happened just now, please forgive us and don't bother with us. When you go to Dubai, we will definitely treat you as a guest of honor."
Wen Qiao waved his hand: "No, I really can't go. If you really need treatment, you can stay in Haicheng. I can go and help you with some difficulty."
The more aloof Wen Qiao was, the more Kasim wanted her to treat him. After all, she wouldn't dare to do that without some real talent.
He has become a good doctor through his long experience of illness, and he knows that the more people flatter him, the more mediocre they are.
Seeing Wen Qiao's determination, he immediately made up his mind: "Okay, I'll take care of some things after I go back this time, and then I'll go back to Haicheng with you. Please help me cure my illness."
Wen Qiao agreed. She was confident that she could cure the Dubai tycoon's illness, but it might take a long time, so she needed him to settle in Haicheng for a while.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. She will never stand idly by if she can cure a disease.
After finishing her talk, Wen Qiao was about to return to the economy class, but the wealthy businessman’s wife grabbed her hand and said, “Doctor, if you don’t mind, just sit here.”
During the rest of the flight, the couple completely transformed themselves into flight attendants, taking good care of her, asking her if she was hungry or thirsty.
Wen Qiao was so annoyed that she finally went back to the economy class, hugged her blanket and took a nap.
It was not until Fu Nanli's voice sounded in the cabin that Wen Qiao knew that they were about to land. She stretched, opened her eyes and saw Qasim and his wife looking at her with smiles.
It was a bit creepy, Wen Qiao said lazily: "Just leave your contact information, you don't have to follow me all the time, I won't run away from you."
Kasim said enthusiastically: "We would like to invite you to our house as a guest."
Wen Qiao raised her hand and looked at her watch: "No, my boyfriend and I have things to do. I'll contact you when you get to Haicheng."
As she was speaking, Fu Nanli came out from the captain's room, wearing a uniform and a hat. He pushed aside the crowd and put his arm around her waist.
The man glanced lazily at the Arab couple and asked, "Who is this?"
Wen Qiao gave a brief introduction and Qasim recognized Fu Nanli at a glance because their two families had some business dealings and had attended the same cocktail party.
He asked enthusiastically, "Mr. Fu?"
Only then did Fu Nanli recognize the wealthy man with a turban on his head: "Mr. Qasim."
(End of this chapter)