Dr. Hu was instantly frightened out of his wits. His fingers shook and the pills fell to the ground.

Dr. Hu turned around in fear and saw the man standing behind him with an indifferent face, his eyes falling on him, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Why are not you talking?"

Dr. Hu swallowed his saliva, glanced at Jiang Lan, and said hesitantly: "It's a disease of physical weakness."

"Is physical weakness a disease?"

"It counts, but in addition to being physically weak, Miss Jiang also has severe uterine cold. If she cannot take good care of her, it will be difficult to conceive a child in the future."

Dr. Hu didn't make it up. This was the truth. Jiang Lan had many illnesses, and he just picked the two mildest ones.

There was still no emotion in Lu Jingchi's voice, "Really?"

But it's also the scariest.

"Yes, Mr. Lu, I am my grandfather's most proud student. Don't you still believe me?"

Dr. Hu thought about it for a long time, and finally decided not to talk about it, but to observe it first.

After all, these two people are divorced. What if Mr. Lu knew that Jiang Lan had that kind of disease and disliked her even more?

At any rate, Jiang Lan has almost forgotten everything now and won't have any trouble with him. With Lu Jingchi taking care of her, she will be much safer.

Lu Jingchi's eyes circled on his face, then turned to answer the phone, but before going out, he said to Dr. Hu: "Cook for her."

"good......"

Dr. Hu sighed, and he had to start working part-time as a chef again.

He picked up the medicine on the ground, wiped the dust on it with his sleeve, placed it again on Jiang Lan's palm, and whispered: "Eat it quickly."

Jiang Lan nodded, picked up the water glass on the table, and secretly swallowed the medicine.

When she saw the wound on her wrist, her heart moved slightly.

Subconsciously, she figured out the origin of this wound. Could it be that Lu Jingchi knew that she had this disease, and then refused to divorce and cut her wrists to commit suicide to threaten him?

That's why he hated her so much that he even threw her among the dogs and wanted to kill her.

Jiang Lan's heart froze when he thought of this.

No wonder he said he was thick-skinned just now. Jiang Lan didn't even know that he was already so thick-skinned.

If these conjectures of mine are true, I guess no one would hate it, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan raised his head and glanced at the door. There was no one at the door anymore. Lu Jingchi didn't know where he had gone.

Probably left.

But...he just talked to Dr. Hu, so he probably didn't know she was sick.

Then again, why?

After Dr. Hu went to the kitchen to look around, he went out to buy groceries. The villa had been empty for several days, and there was no food left in it.

After Dr. Hu also left, the villa was completely empty.

There were still some pieces of furniture that had not been uncovered with white cloths, most of them were covered with white cloth, and there was a deserted feel everywhere. Everything told her that she no longer belonged here.

Jiang Lan lay on the sofa habitually, curled up and caressed the edge of the sofa.

After a while, Lu Jingchi also came back, carrying a bag of fruit from nowhere.

Jiang Lan stared at him, watching him carry the fruit into the kitchen, bring the fruit out in a fruit bowl, and put it on the coffee table.

It's like adding a little warm color to this cold villa.

Lu Jingchi sat down next to her, looked at her sideways, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Lan shook his head.

"Then don't sleep here, go upstairs."

Jiang Lan got up from the sofa and gestured to him: I'll be leaving in a moment.

Lu Jingchi stopped talking and stared at her with his dark and deep eyes. There was vague anger floating on his cold face.

Jiang Lan was nervous at the look in his eyes, and she quickly gestured: I'll leave right away.
Chapter completed!