Doctor Zhu was having a romantic moment with Fu Xue around the flowers and the sun, who knows how many sweet nothings he had poured out. He finally touched Fu Xue's little face, just ready to steal a kiss, when the phone's ringtone interrupted the atmosphere.
He really wanted to hang up directly!
Doctor Zhu hesitated, with the beauty in his arms, about to have an intimate moment. How could he let such a perfect opportunity go to waste?
"Young Master Ye's call, aren't you going to answer it?" Fu Xue pushed Doctor Zhu away.
Doctor Zhu lowered his head to take a look—wasn't it really Young Master Ye calling? He hurriedly answered, "I need a fetal heart monitor, immediately! Right now!"
Doctor Zhu: "..."
He can't just go around carrying a fetal heart monitor, can he? Young Master Ye's request was a bit excessive!
"You have thirty minutes," Ye Huang said and then hung up, continuing to keep his wife company.
Doctor Zhu's mind was galloping like ten thousand mud horses.
