Lu Jingchi sat down next to her, held her foot and checked the wound, "Does your leg still hurt today?"

Jiang Lan nodded slightly and gestured: It doesn't hurt very much, it just feels a little itchy.

"It's just itchy. It's scabbing. Don't scratch it. It will be gone soon."

Jiang Lan asked: What's wrong with my legs?

Lu Jingchi was silent for a moment and said, "It fell."

Jiang Lan frowned. She couldn't figure out how to fall to this place.

He raised his hand and stroked Jiang Lan's cheek, with emotions in his eyes that Jiang Lan couldn't understand.

But for some reason, Jiang Lan felt an inexplicable urge to cry, feeling sour for no reason.

After a while, Dr. Hu had prepared all the meals, put on an apron and came out to greet him: "Ms. Jiang, Mr. Lu is ready to eat."

Lu Jingchi's expression returned to normal, and he said calmly to Jiang Lan: "You go and eat first."

Jiang Lan: What about you?

"I'll come later."

Jiang Lan looked at him for a long time, nodded, stood up and went to the restaurant.

Lu Jingchi called Dr. Hu to the study room.

Doctor Hu stood in the study room, the atmosphere was a little solemn, which made his heart skip a beat.

Lu Jingchi's cold gaze fell on his face, like countless knives hanging over his head. Dr. Hu's head lowered lower and lower, and in the end he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Under Lu Jingchi's death gaze, Dr. Hu really couldn't bear it and took the initiative to say: "Lu, Mr. Lu, do you have anything to ask me?"

Lu Jingchi lit a cigarette and smoked with a frown.

Dr. Hu waited for another long time. He swallowed his saliva and bravely raised his head to look at Lu Jingchi.

Although he was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, he was tall and handsome, but there was a lingering sadness between his brows, and in the smoke, the man's expression became increasingly dull.

Doctor Hu asked again: "Mr. Lu? If nothing happens, I will first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jingchi spoke, "Why don't you tell me?"

Doctor Hu was stunned. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember what he was asking about. He could only ask tentatively: "Is it about Madam's health?"

Lu Jingchi glanced at him and said, "Tell me about it."

Just these four simple words made Dr. Hu sweat like rain.

He didn't ask anything and asked himself to tell him. This was clearly a lie to him. If he had told him, if he hadn't said it right, wouldn't he be close to death?

"What? You, the doctor, don't know everything, do you?"

Doctor Hu trembled and said hurriedly: "I know, I know, but didn't you say before..."

He secretly glanced at Lu Jingchi's face and whispered, "Didn't I say that I don't need to tell you anything about Miss Jiang in the future?"

After saying this, the temperature in the room dropped to freezing point again, and Dr. Hu shivered from the cold.

"I'll give you another chance, say." Lu Jingchi's voice was calm, but it had an irresistible meaning.

Dr. Hu scratched his neck and said hesitantly: "Madam, she is sick."

Lu Jingchi said nothing and waited quietly. The cigarette in his hand was half burned, and half of the white ash hung precariously on it.

Under the lengthy silence, the cigarette ashes finally became overwhelmed and fell onto the pear wood table.

Dr. Hu was heartbroken and said bravely: "She has Alzheimer's disease. I wanted to tell you when you got divorced last time, but you..."

Lu Jingchi's face didn't change, he raised his hand to crush the cigarette butt in the ashtray, as if he asked casually: "What will happen to this disease?"

"You've all seen it...she can't remember things anymore."
Chapter completed!