The car came to a steady stop after circling around a large fountain.
Seeing the car from a distance, the butler Uncle Zhong hurried to greet it, opening the door, "Young Master, you’re back."
Shi Yu gave a grunt, got out of the car holding Shen Cheng, and headed straight inside.
Uncle Zhong quickly followed, "Young Master, it’s been a long time since you last visited. Please consider staying a bit longer this time."
Ever since the Shi Mansion was completed, Shi Yu had returned only four times, each stay never exceeding three days.
To the servants in the mansion, he was someone unapproachable and mysterious.
The only ones who had really seen his face, apart from Uncle Zhong, were probably very few.
Thus, remembering the license plate number was the only way to identify whether the person in the car was Shi Yu or not.
To Uncle Zhong’s words, Shi Yu acted as if he hadn’t heard them, simply commanding coldly, "Call the doctor."
Hearing his order, Uncle Zhong didn’t dare to delay, immediately running to fetch the doctor.
Soon, the doctor arrived with the Medical Box.
After examining her, he put down his stethoscope and said, "Young Master, the miss doesn’t show any signs of fever, and there are no other abnormalities in her body. Her fainting might be due to exhaustion. A night’s rest should probably wake her up."
Hearing this, a trace of displeasure flickered in Shi Yu’s eyes, "Miss?"
He seemed to dislike these two words.
Realizing his aversion to the term "miss," the doctor quickly explained, "Young Master, you’ve misunderstood my words."
Being allowed in the Shi Mansion and able to lay on this bed, the doctor could guess her relationship with Shi Yu, and naturally understood where Shi Yu’s anger stemmed from.
"The miss I referred to is merely a respectful address, not the kind of miss you are thinking of..."
He hurriedly explained, realizing only after his words that what he said might be misinterpreted as preposterous by anyone who heard them.
"What kind am I thinking of?" Shi Yu narrowed his fierce eyes, his voice seemingly flat, yet it seemed to carry a faint trace of barely detectable anger.
"This... that..." The doctor stammered, unable to find a proper excuse.
The sole reason he didn’t speak carelessly was that he didn’t want to lose his job.
In the Shi Mansion, the servants earned a high five-figure monthly salary, and as the private doctor, he made at least one more digit.
With a monthly income of tens of thousands, surpassing any hospital’s salary, he naturally did not want to jeopardize his lucrative position.
"Young Master, I’m trained in medicine, not in linguistics."
It was from nowhere that the courage came, but the doctor said these words.
The chilly voice was like the wind in the dead of winter, piercing to the bone.
"So I was wrong, Young Master."
At this moment, aside from conceding his mistake, the doctor seemed to have no other option.
Who would want to give up such a high-paying job after all?
The wisest thing the doctor did was to admit his mistake before Shi Yu’s anger fully exploded; otherwise, the outcome would have been more severe than a simple dismissal.
Picking up the Medical Box, he quickly stepped forward and opened the door, just about to leave, when he heard a chilling voice from behind, "Make it clear, she is my woman."
Although the tone was neither light nor heavy, it commanded attention.
The doctor understood the meaning behind his words; it wasn’t a reminder, but a warning.
With a tremble in his hand holding the box, he didn’t dare to turn back and hurried away.