Chapter 92: Chapter 91 My Own Photo
Securing the favor of the leadership was sure to benefit his future career.
No matter how formidable Mrs. Qian was, in the end, she was just a woman. How much trouble could a woman possibly stir up?
Besides, Zhang Hao already knew what Mrs. Qian wanted, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t provide it; he was just afraid that acting on impulse would cause trouble.
Seeing Zhang Hao remain silent for quite some time, the leader changed his tone.
"Of course, you can think about it, but opportunities like this are rare. If you’re willing, then in the future, you’ll be a hero in our hospital."
After a long silence, Zhang Hao finally spoke up, asking, "Mrs. Qian is so supportive of the hospital’s work, and as a doctor here, I naturally can’t be a drag."
The leader was very pleased with Zhang Hao’s response.
"Good, I knew you were a smart man. Let’s settle this matter then. Every Wednesday and Saturday, you need to go to Mrs. Qian’s house to check her health."
How could Zhang Hao possibly know what Mrs. Qian and the leader had discussed? To outsiders, she was a wealthy lady, and one with a dignified and commanding presence at that.
Even with some inappropriate thoughts, it was hard to imagine the scene from last night.
When this woman took the initiative, there was really nothing for a man to do.
Tomorrow was Wednesday, and Zhang Hao didn’t even know how he got back to his office.
Mrs. Qian also acted decisively, agreeing to the donation of the medical equipment, and paid for it in full right away, though the equipment was overseas.
Whether by sea, land, or air, it would take some time to arrive, but the hospital side wasn’t in a hurry!
On Wednesday morning, Zhang Hao came to the hospital, didn’t even stop to rest, grabbed the medical kit, and took Mrs. Qian’s driver’s car to go there.
Throughout the ride, Zhang Hao kept silent, and the driver took a few glances at him through the rearview mirror, trying to gauge his state.
But Zhang Hao just kept his head lowered, as if his eyes were also closed, as if to say being a doctor was hard work.
The car rode smoothly the whole way, even the braking was gentle and anticipatory, to avoid any sudden jolts.
The suburban villa was some distance from the hospital, and it took over an hour to get there.
Of course, the distance was one reason, but there was also the traffic to contend with.
Arriving at the villa once again, Zhang Hao let out a long sigh, which the driver happened to hear.
"Doctor Zhang, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Zhang Hao turned away, his eyes showing a trace of resentment.
"It’s nothing, I’m going in now."
The driver nodded, signaling Zhang Hao could go ahead. After all, in this villa, he had no real say.
As Zhang Hao pushed the door open, maybe because it was daytime, Mrs. Qian was dressed rather conservatively.
Her waist-length curly hair was tied up at the back of her head, light makeup was applied to her face, and her every move exuded elegance!
"Doctor Zhang, you’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time," Mrs. Qian initiated conversation, breaking the silence between them.
Zhang Hao also acted nonchalant, coming over to Mrs. Qian and opening the portable medical kit.
"Mrs. Qian, I’m here to perform a check-up on you."
Mrs. Qian glanced at the examination tools inside the medical kit and pointed at the stethoscope, saying, "Then let’s start with my heartbeat."
No sooner had she spoken than Mrs. Qian had already thrust her chest forward, as if to make it easier for Zhang Hao to proceed.
Just as he had put on the stethoscope, Zhang Hao took it off again, murmuring, "Men left, women right. Please extend your right hand, Mrs. Qian."
Having braced herself to be "familiarized," who would have expected it to suddenly switch to taking her pulse?
Mrs. Qian shook her head, "I don’t want that, I want you to listen to my heart."
Zhang Hao was at his wit’s end. Did this count as enduring humiliation?
With his little scheme unsuccessful, Zhang Hao had no choice but to proceed. He put the stethoscope back on and moved a little closer to her.
Mrs. Qian cooperated, leaning her body forward.
Between the two of them now was only ten centimeters, much like the distance that night.
The stethoscope was placed on Mrs. Qian’s left chest, and Zhang Hao applied a very light touch, without pressing downward at all.
However, Mrs. Qian couldn’t resist letting out a playful moan.
Zhang Hao looked up at her, "Mrs. Qian, it’s not like I’ve done anything, you’re not serious, are you?"
Slowly opening her eyes from her trance, Mrs. Qian said, "A woman who hasn’t received a man’s love for a long while yearns deeply inside."
"Even the slightest touch can bring her immense pleasure—something you men will never understand. Continue and help me listen."
When Zhang Hao was very young, he would always hear the elders instruct his sisters and female cousins.
They said that as girls grow up, they must be dignified and reserved, not to be promiscuous, as that would result in others looking down on them.
But as Zhang Hao began to come of age, such calls for that type of education seemed to grow less loud.
On top of that, the series of outrageous events happening around him recently had certainly left their mark.
Naturally, they had also caused him a great shock.
Yet, it seemed that as a man bloomed in adolescence, he had already begun to wreak havoc on the girls.
For the same actions, when a man does them, he is considered impressive; when a woman does, she is judged indiscreet.
But women are human too and their pursuit of desire should not be ignored.
Thinking this, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but increase the pressure of his hand slightly.
What followed was Mrs. Qian’s face, wearing an expression of enjoyment.
Simultaneously, he felt the fullness and softness of this flesh.
After listening to the left side, Zhang Hao moved the stethoscope to the right.
Even Mrs. Qian, lost in her comfortable state, noticed such a change.
"Doctor Zhang, aren’t you supposed to be listening to my heartbeat? The heart is on the left, why would you want to listen to the right—could it be my heart is in the wrong place?"
Zhang Hao didn’t speak, but gradually increased the pressure of his hand.
He lightly pressed to create a dent in the rounded flesh.
Mrs. Qian’s body instinctively reclined backward, and the rosy flush on her cheeks couldn’t fool anyone.
"Mrs. Qian, after I left that night, how did you resolve it?"
Zhang Hao had intended to ask this question to the driver on his way over.
But according to his deduction, the most likely candidate to have satisfied Mrs. Qian’s desires that night
was none other than the driver.
However, he probably had not fully met Mrs. Qian’s needs.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to the hospital the next day.
"Of course, I passed the luck onto others. I’m not some demon, and I don’t eat humans. That night, you didn’t want to, so could I really force myself on you?"
Whether Mrs. Qian could force herself on someone, Zhang Hao was not sure.
But now, he was going to be assertive.
Zhang Hao took the stethoscope off and put it back into the medical box.
Hearing something amiss, Mrs. Qian slowly opened her eyes.
Before she could make out what was happening, her body lightened as Zhang Hao had already scooped her into his arms.
"Mrs. Qian’s heartbeat is a bit fast, I need to take you somewhere else to treat you."
Carrying Mrs. Qian, Zhang Hao arrived at the platform on the second floor, once again stopping to admire the oil painting of the nude woman.
He then said to Mrs. Qian, "With a beauty like you around, who needs portraits? Perhaps next time we should hang one of Mrs. Qian herself."
