She trembled her lips and said in a tight voice, "Jingchuan..."

"This...isn't it necessary?"

"My illness...didn't Mr. Jiang Shanrong come to a conclusion long ago?"

"He is the most authoritative doctor in the world, and his diagnosis... is never wrong."

Li Jingchuan looked at her pale face in the rearview mirror, the smile on his lips was full of ridicule, "You never make mistakes?"

"Bai Furou, ever since you bribed Jiang Shanrong to diagnose Li Yue's mental illness, he is no longer the Jiang Shanrong who never makes mistakes."

"These days, I have been thinking why there is no specific medicine or better treatment for your disease, so I have to wait for you to pass away in a year."

"So during this period, I visited many well-known doctors except Jiang Shanrong, but no one could do anything about your illness."

"I used to wonder why you got such a strange disease."

"Now I think it through."

The man looked at Bai Furou with sharp eyes, cold and arrogant:

"If you are not sick at all, then indeed, no special medicines or professional doctors can give you the best treatment, and there is no way to make you better."

Bai Fulou's face was pale and unbelievable.

The last layer of disguise on her body was about to be torn off, and she slurred nervously:

"Jingchuan, I..."

"I'm not pretending to be sick!"

"I'm really sick!"

"I have a terminal illness and I can't lose control of my emotions!"

She bit her lip and looked at Li Jingchuan with red eyes, "I'm really sad when you say that to me."

"If I lose control..."

Facing Bai Furou's threats one after another, Li Jingchuan curled his lips and sneered:

"There's no need to be afraid, we're already at the hospital."

With that said, the man stopped the car.

Li Yue glanced out the car window.

They are already at the entrance of the city center hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, several medical staff swarmed over and pulled Bai Furou away without any explanation.

"Jingchuan, listen to my explanation!"

"Jingchuan..."

Listening to Bai Furou's voice getting farther and farther away, Li Yue sighed lightly.

After a while, she raised her head and glanced at the man sitting in the driver's seat, "It's really rare."

"I thought Mr. Li would never doubt whether your Miss Bai was pretending to be ill."

The sarcasm in her eyes was very obvious.

Li Jingchuan sighed lightly and leaned weakly on the leather seat.

In fact, it was not like he had never doubted it before.

but......

He always felt that Bai Fulou was a kind person.

She was willing to travel thousands of miles from abroad to Rongcheng, a place she was unfamiliar with, just to donate her bone marrow to Yun Mo.

He didn't think that such a woman would be someone who would make fun of herself to gain sympathy from others.

So during this period, every time he had doubts about Bai Fulou's condition, he warned himself not to make malicious speculations about a person who donated bone marrow to his son.

Moreover, Bai Furou has always had the authoritative diagnosis certificate from Jiang Shanrong's team, so he has no reason to doubt.

until......

Until I met Ye Jingyi yesterday.

Ye Jingyi's words made him enlightened.

In fact, people should trust their own eyes and feelings more than cold data and identification certificates.

The two people looked at each other in the car without saying anything.

Half an hour later, the hospital called Li Jingchuan:

"Mr. Li, can you go upstairs now?"
Chapter completed!