Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Those legs looked incredibly seductive, especially when she wore short denim shorts—the edges of the shorts pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs, making her appear irresistibly alluring.

Lin Qinghuan was like a walking hormone, calmly weaving through the crowd. People stared at her in astonishment; even the staff at the registration desk were stunned.

She went straight to the specialist’s consulting room. Owing to her special connections, she didn’t need to queue and could register directly.

When Lin Qinghuan pushed open the door, Ye Fengyun was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting on his hand as he studied the list of patients on the computer.

A yawn escaped him.

Ye Fengyun glanced up, his brows knitting. “The next patient on the list doesn’t seem to be a woman.”

Lin Qinghuan sat down in front of him, crossing her legs—her shapely thighs pressed together, creating an irresistibly provocative sight.

“I don’t need to register,” Lin Qinghuan said, arms folded, direct and to the point.

Ye Fengyun replied, “You have to register.”

“I told you, I don’t need to. I have connections with your National Medical Hall.”

Ye Fengyun said, “That’s the hospital’s rule. But here, my rules are the rules. No matter who you are, if you want me to treat you, you must register. I only consult one day a week, and each day I see only ten patients.”

Lin Qinghuan, heiress of the Lin family, had never been treated this way. She was instantly annoyed.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Whoever you are, you still need to register.”

“You think you’re some medical genius? Even Elder Yun gives me special courtesy. And you, a hideous nobody, what right do you have to set rules for me?”

She spoke angrily. She never wanted to stoop to arguing with someone so beneath her, but Ye Fengyun’s ugly appearance and inexplicable confidence, which contrasted sharply with his looks, made her despise him.

She had always been like this—when displeased, she had to voice it. At home, no one dared oppose her. In society, it was the same—no one dared contradict her, for she was the Lin family’s heiress.

But Ye Fengyun was different. He paid no heed to such things—connections, influence, none of it mattered to him.

He walked an invincible path and needed no borrowed power.

Ye Fengyun didn’t even glance her way. With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind pushed Lin Qinghuan out of the consulting room.

She was furious. Never in her life had anyone dared treat her like this.

She stormed back in, sat angrily on the sofa, and dialed Elder Yun’s number.

“You’re finished. I’m telling you, I’ll have Elder Yun fire you!”

She quickly got through to Elder Yun.

After hearing her complaint, Elder Yun broke out in a cold sweat.

These two little troublemakers, each more arrogant than the other—when they clashed, trouble was inevitable.

“Miss Lin, please wait a moment. I’ll be right there.”

Elder Yun hung up and hurried to the consulting room, where he found Lin Qinghuan fuming and Ye Fengyun relaxed.

After quickly understanding the situation, Elder Yun could only offer Lin Qinghuan a conciliatory smile. “Apologies, Miss Lin. The rules here are indeed set by Ye. Next time, let me know before you come—I can make an appointment for you. Ye’s registration is not easy to get.”

Lin Qinghuan was so angry she laughed. “Yun Guozhong, are you alright? Have you forgotten who I am?”