Chapter 4 Feng Jingxuan Sees Through Her Identity

Early next morning.

Nan Xia received a call from Dean Chen: "Matilda, if you're willing, you can now come to the hospital to report for duty."

"Okay." Nan Xia agreed.

An hour later, after getting ready, Nan Xia arrived at Yun City First Hospital.

Just as she entered the hospital, Dean Chen personally came to greet her.

"Matilda, you've arrived, this is fantastic, I'll have someone begin your onboarding immediately. Oh, there's a patient who needs treatment, and his case is rather tricky," Dean Chen said.

"What is the patient's condition?" Nan Xia inquired.

"Congenital leukemia, exactly the disease you specialize in, but his blood type is very special; matching bone marrow can't be found."

Nan Xia nodded: "Okay."

Half an hour later, she entered the VIP room of the hospital.

In the ward, filled with the smell of disinfectant, a little baby was sitting on the bed, quietly playing with building blocks, his eyes cast downward.

Dean Chen said: "This is him, the young master of the Feng Family. Due to his congenital deficiency, his condition has always been kept a secret from the public, and you also must keep it confidential."

Uncontrollably, Nan Xia walked towards him.

Because Little First needed to come to the hospital for checkups regularly, he was not in a hospital gown; at the moment, he was wearing a small black suit with tiny leather shoes, exuding an air of luxury.

This was her eldest son.

Her heart inevitably softened, and her voice became much gentler: "Chenchen, let's go with auntie to get checked, okay?"

Little First lifted his head, appearing somewhat surprised to see Nan Xia, but he just uttered an "Oh" without asking further.

This woman had called him her son last time, but Daddy said his Mommy had died long ago.

Such incidents had happened many times in the past; numerous women had approached him wishing to be his Mommy, but all had been driven away by Song Yushang.

He felt a small sense of disappointment.

In the examination room.

Seeing Little First's medical records, Nan Xia's brow furrowed deeply.

Little First's condition was worse than she had anticipated; his constitution was very weak, needing thorough nourishment. Moreover, his blood type was the extremely rare P type, so no wonder a suitable match hadn't been found over the years.

However, his vital signs were not promising, casting doubt on his ability to withstand such major surgery.

"Matilda, how does it look?" Mr. Feng's assistant He Zheng asked anxiously.

Nan Xia's heart raced with anxiety and fury. After entrusting her son to the Feng Family, was this how Feng Jingxuan had been taking care of him?

"What kind of care has the Feng Family been providing for the child? Don't you realize that with his current condition, the disease will only worsen, making surgery impossible?"

Assistant He Zheng's face fell: "We know, but the young master suffers from severe insomnia and anorexia. Over the years, we've consulted many doctors to no avail."

Due to Little First's tiny appetite and poor sleep, his body naturally couldn't cope in the long run.

Nan Xia took a deep breath: "He must be properly nourished now. I plan to use traditional Chinese medicine to improve his condition, which can alleviate his anorexia and insomnia."

He Zheng's expression immediately turned to one of respect: "You are also versed in traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Yes."

Actually, compared to surgery, she was better versed in traditional Chinese medicine.

"Dr. Matilda, please come with me to Rocks Hotel. You are the most famous surgeon, and we'd like you to be the personal doctor for the young master for this period of time—terms and remuneration are negotiable," He Zheng said excitedly.

Without much thought, Nan Xia consented.

She had been intending to properly treat Little First, and now, having the opportunity to take care of him closely, was an excellent chance.

Thus, she readily agreed.

Rocks Hotel.

When Nan Xia entered the room, she understood why Little First had walked into the wrong room last time; the layout of the rooms was basically the same.

It was almost eleven o'clock now. Nan Xia opened the refrigerator, which was full of rich ingredients.

She went to the kitchen, prepared the medicine, and then cooked some dishes.

He Zheng opened his mouth, wanting to say that Nan Xia didn't need to do all these, but seeing how adept her movements were, it was clear that she was very accustomed to doing these things.

In the dining room.

Little First took his little bowl to serve himself some rice and then sat straight up on the chair like a green pine. He was only five years old but already very obedient and sensible.

"Chenchen, try this lotus root with minced meat." Nan Xia said.

The little guy didn't pay attention to her, he grabbed a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, and his eyes lit up, quickly finishing off a bowl of rice.

Nan Xia breathed a sigh of relief; she had made all the dishes Sweetie Yin and Sweetie Yu liked, and it seemed to also appeal to the little one.

Sweetie Yin especially loved sweet and sour pork ribs.

"Young master, you didn't throw up at all during your meal today." He Zheng said incredulously.

Before, every time Little First ate, it was a mess. He had to share this good news with Mr. Feng.

Little First looked at the table full of dishes, kept a straight face, but managed to spit out two words: "Tasty."

Seeing his thin face, Nan Xia felt soft inside. She asked, "What would you like to eat tonight? I'll cook it for you."

Little First hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his finger and pointed at the sweet and sour pork ribs.

His cheeks were small, but his hands were chubby, with five dimples on the back of his hands.

"Alright, then I'll get the ingredients ready for tonight."

After saying that, Nan Xia went to the kitchen to cut the ribs.

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

A deep, magnetic male voice sounded: "Have you eaten?"

Little First raised his head and nodded: "Yes."

Feng Jingxuan walked over and picked him up, then turned to He Zheng and asked, "I heard you found a family doctor for Chenchen?"

He Zheng was beaming with joy, "Yes, Mr. Feng, you've been looking for Matilda for a long time, right? Her medical skills are excellent, so I invited her over. I've never seen such a responsible doctor. She cooked this meal."

"She's still in the kitchen preparing dinner ingredients for the young master."

Feng Jingxuan furrowed his brows, he touched Little First's stomach, and instructed, "He Zheng, take him out for a walk to aid digestion."

After the two left, Feng Jingxuan walked into the kitchen.

He was indeed looking for Matilda, hoping that Little First would get the best treatment, but his heart grew anxious knowing that Matilda's behavior was somewhat abnormal.

In the kitchen, Nan Xia was cleaning up. For convenience in cooking, she had put up her hair, revealing a white and gentle profile.

That face overlapped with the one in the photos.

"Nan Xia?"

Feng Jingxuan uttered these two words.

Nan Xia's body trembled, she took a deep breath, and turned around: "Mr. Feng, hello, I am Matilda, the primary physician for the young master."

The woman's face was both familiar and unfamiliar, the same person he had encountered three times yesterday.

"You are Matilda?" Doubt flickered in Feng Jingxuan's eyes.

"Yes."

Feng Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, a fierce light flashing through them.

He suddenly stepped forward, cornering her against the narrow corner of the wall, his hot breath on her ear: "What kind of joke are you playing on me?"

Nan Xia's heart pounded violently, she thought Feng Jingxuan was not familiar with her, how could he see through her identity at just one glance.