With Qi Muhan looking after her, Su Qiao sat down unhurriedly without even sparing the three people opposite her a glance.
Qi Muhan ignored them as well. He took a thermos filled with ginseng tea from the bag he had brought with him, unscrewed the lid, and poured her half a cup.
Su Qiao accepted it and took two small sips.
Seeing this, Qi Muhan simply took the cup from her, held it to her lips, and coaxed her gently, "There's only half a cup. Finish it so you'll have the energy to do other things later."
Su Qiao drank the rest of the ginseng tea from his hand. Only then was Qi Muhan satisfied. After putting away the thermos, he pulled a checkered silk handkerchief from his pocket and considerately wiped the corner of her mouth.
The Cheng father and son stared at the two of them, both somewhat dumbfounded.
Cheng Haoming in particular was completely stunned.
Qi Muhan was a renowned genius in the medical field. Even the prime minister of a certain foreign country had invited him to perform heart surgery.
His reputation for genius was matched by his reputation for being difficult to get along with.
It was said that Qi Muhan had been cold by nature since birth. Even toward his own family, he was always distant.
When handling every operation, he was like a precise machine, never allowing any personal emotions to affect him. Even when he saw the heart-wrenching scenes outside the operating room, he would not so much as blink, as if he were an emotionless robot.
Many women liked him, but not one of them dared to approach him.
Previously, he had always taken good care of Su Qiao. Subconsciously, they had all believed this was because Su Qiao had ended