Matthew knew whether it was legal or not.

He laughed awkwardly and joked to himself: "Perhaps Dr. Ye thinks that I am plain-looking and not worthy of my wife."

Ye Zehong pursed his lips tightly, his eyes fell lightly on Matthew, and many possibilities flashed through his mind.

Maybe Lu Yao really got married and had a baby with Matthew.

Or maybe Lu Yao just used Matthew to hide her identity.

Even Matthew's five-year-old child is very likely to be his child.

Calculating the time, if Lu Yao had been pregnant back then, the child would have been about four or five years old.

Ye Zehong's chest felt a little tight, but his facial expression was very calm.

It seemed like it was just a small episode.

two hours later.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Matthew turned back to look at Ye Zehong, smiled slightly and said: "Dr. Ye, our family Feng'er's case data from birth to now are all in the Department of Cardiac Surgery. Please go and check it yourself. I have to go back home to help pack the luggage. Bring Feng'er over to the hospital."

"It doesn't matter if we look at the case later. I'll accompany you to pick up Feng'er." Ye Zehong answered calmly.

"Isn't this... not good?" Matthew glanced at Ye Zehong with complicated eyes, and the expression on his face suddenly became stiff.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I came here specially to perform a heart transplant for Feng'er. Contacting him in advance can build trust, which is conducive to the operation." Ye Zehong remained expressionless and serious, and it didn't look like he was Telling lies.

Matthew himself is a doctor, so he naturally understands that the patient's trust in the doctor is very important, and it can indeed affect the status of the surgical process.

While he was hesitating, Ye Zehong had already ordered Yang Jian to drive to the hotel where Matthew was staying.

Matthew could only give up struggling and quickly edit a text message to send.

……

the other side.

Lu Yao was busy preparing the necessities for Lu Feng's surgery and hospitalization. She had no idea that she had just entered the mirror and was seen by Ye Zehong. The phone was always in Lu Feng's hand. Lu Feng was scrolling through the short video with gusto, giggling from time to time.

Ding dong ding dong.

When the doorbell rang, Lu Feng put down his phone and ran to the door to check the display. When he found that Matthew was back, he opened the door happily.

"Dad Ma, you are back so soon."

The door just opened, and a soft voice sounded from below.

Matthew habitually squatted in front of Lu Feng and picked him up.

Ye Zehong looked along and saw a white, soft and cute little boy.

The little boy opened his big eyes and looked at him.

"Dr. Ye, you look exactly like the nurse sister described you. You are so handsome. I want to think of you as the girl of my dreams."

The more Lu Feng looked at Ye Zehong, the more he liked him, and he felt inexplicably safe.

I can't help but praise my words.

Ye Zehong's heart moved slightly when he heard the milky sound. He raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Lu Feng's head, and said softly: "Dream lovers generally describe the opposite sex. We are both men and are not suitable for each other." A relationship that develops into a dream lover.”

Lu Feng struggled out of Matthew's arms and leaned towards Ye Zehong. His intention was obvious.

Matthew glanced at Lu Feng and sighed helplessly.

Maybe it's because father and son are of the same mind?
Lu Feng had just met Ye Zehong, and he couldn't wait to get close to Ye Zehong.

Bloodline is indeed closer.

Ye Zehong held Lu Feng in his arms. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the happy expression of the little one in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.

Lu Feng stared at Ye Zehong's eyebrows and frowned: "I have thick eyebrows, and Dr. Ye's eyebrows are also thick. As the nurse sister said, our eyebrows are somewhat similar!" (End of Chapter)

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