Jiang Lan slowly opened her eyes wide, what was that? She seemed to have heard of it.

Dr. Hu gritted his teeth and said, "It's Alzheimer's disease, but madam, don't be too anxious. You are still so young, so you shouldn't get this disease. I guess there are more brain damage."

"You must have been injured in your head, right?"

Jiang Lan nodded. She didn't know how many times she fell in her head during the three days she had been with Pei Qingsheng.

Dr. Hu breathed a sigh of relief, "That should be true. There is no need to worry about this. It is much easier to treat than Alzheimer's disease."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Lan breathed a little relieved.

But Dr. Hu said again: "But it's better to go to the hospital for a check-up."

Jiang Lan pursed her lips, and she suddenly felt a little scared to go to the hospital. What if it was really that kind of... what should she do?

She is all mute, and if she becomes a fool again, she can't imagine it.

Jiang Lan typing tremblingly: That, what will happen to the disease?

Dr. Hu said: "This disease is very complicated. It is a degenerative disease of the nervous system. Although it will not affect human life, in the later stage, patients will forget how to eat, go to the toilet, or forget how to walk. The biggest obstacle is not the disease itself, but the survival obstacle."

Dr. Hu became more and more nervous as he spoke. Although Jiang Lan was very young, there were not many young people who had this disease.

Jiang Lan bit her lip, and she lowered her head and was silent.

It took a long time before she typed: Dr. Hu, no matter what the result is, can you not tell others?

Dr. Hu was even more surprised: "You are still not going to tell Mr. Lu?"

Jiang Lan nodded.

"Why? Isn't he your husband? Don't you tell him how to treat this disease?"

Jiang Lan pinched his finger before typing it to him: I don’t want him to worry.

Dr. Hu was stunned for a moment, and could understand, "But if you don't say it, he will know sooner or later."

Jiang Lan: Let’s talk about it later.

Rather than saying that he doesn't want him to worry, he is more afraid of seeing his disgust and indifference.

She was mute, which was enough to make him dislike him.

Dr. Hu sighed, "Okay, then I'll come to see you tomorrow. You must write down what you remembered, and then we will find a way."

Jiang Lan nodded.

Dr. Hu looked at her deeply. Her fever had subsided today, so there was no need for him to stay here.

He walked out of the villa, got in the car, and called Lu Jingchi.

The phone answered very quickly, "How is it?"

Dr. Hu said: "It's okay. I'll prescribe two pairs of Chinese medicine for her to condition, otherwise it would be better to catch a cold like this."

"Okay, send me the prescription and I'll send someone to arrest him."

Dr. Hu hung up the phone, added Lu Jingchi's WeChat, took out paper and pen, wrote a prescription in a flash, and took a photo to Lu Jingchi.

Lu Jingchi sent the prescription to Lin Zheng and asked him to get the medicine.

No matter what, she still has to be able to get her body in order. If she really had that kind of disease, she would probably die if she couldn't wait for the late stage.

It was the medicine that Lin Zheng brought to the evening, but Lu Jingchi did not come back.

Jiang Lan sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a pen in her hand. She bit the tip of the pen and racked her brains to think about something.

Lin Zheng went up to take a look, but the notebook was blank. He couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Madam, what are you planning to write?"

Jiang Lan raised his head, looked at Lin Zheng, and wrote in his notebook: What am I trying to eat, write it down.

"That's it, then send me what you want to eat next time, so there's no need to be so troublesome."

Jiang Lan smiled and nodded slightly.

"Well, come and have a meal. I'll go and decoct the medicine for you. Mr. Lu asked me to bring it."

Jiang Lan glanced at the Chinese medicine in his hand, pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Without waiting for her to answer, Lin Zheng went to the kitchen to decoct the medicine, brought out the decocted medicine, and waited for Jiang Lan to finish her meal, and watched her drink before leaving.

This medicine is so bitter, and Jiang Lan's face is wrinkled in a ball.
Chapter completed!