The real daughter was spoiled by the sick villain

Chapter 295 Lu Yingshen's Condition Worsens



If another man came to change her medicine, even a male doctor with no other distractions would be a little moved.

But Jiang Chengyu had a cold face, not in the mood to appreciate her milky white skin, wearing rubber gloves, quickly changed the medicine, and immediately stepped back several steps.

Lu Youyue frowned dissatisfied, "Jiang Chengyu, am I a scourge?"

Let him be so afraid?

"You overestimate yourself." Jiang Chengyu's expression was cold, and his voice was also cold. In front of Lu Youyue, it was like a moving cold storage.

She became more and more unhappy, "Since you are not afraid of me, why are you so far away from me?"

"I hate women."

Jiang Chengyu didn't hide it at all, the disgust in his eyes was revealed with his voice.

If it wasn't for misogyny, which made him unable to have normal contact with female patients, try to avoid it in the hospital, and if he didn't take over female patients, he wouldn't be just a little attending physician.

But in front of him, this female patient was the one he couldn't avoid.

So the disgust in his eyes became heavier.

The corner of Lu Youyue's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "I thought you were afraid of me, after all, when Doctor Jiang cut off my skirt and tore my membrane on the operating table, he wasn't so indifferent. "

"Lu Youyue, you're not finished, are you?"

Bringing up the old incident again, Jiang Chengyu's ears blushed unconsciously, but his heart was filled with coldness and hatred.

Ignoring Lu Youyue, Jiang Chengyu left the ward directly.

Lu Youyue stared at his back, a desire to conquer appeared on her delicate and flawless face.

Jiang Chengyu can't hide from her!

Su Lan failed to cancel her engagement with Lu Yufeng, which caused her to feel a little guilty when she went to see Lu Yingshen.

Originally, he agreed.

But when she walked into the luxurious ward and found that the smell of disinfectant was much stronger than before, her heart sank and she hurriedly walked into the bedroom.

The door of the bedroom was guarded by two men in military uniform, they didn't let Su Lan in.

Su Lan's brows were a little anxious, "Is it Song Yuqing's person? Let him come out, I'll tell him!"

She wanted to go in to see Lu Yingshen.

"No one comes out inside, and no one can go in."

The soldier's coldness and strong aura made Su Lan know that it would be very difficult to force his way in, so she could only wait anxiously outside the door.

After finally waiting for the sound of the door lock being turned inside, she rushed to the door immediately.

Song Yuqing was taken aback by her, "Damn, are you pretending to be a virgin in the middle of the night?"

Su Lan lowered her head and took a look at her mobile phone. Her eyes were reddened, and when she was leaning on the sofa, her hair was a little loose, so her image is not very good at the moment.

But she was not in the mood to joke with Song Yuqing, she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out, "How is Lu Yingshen? Can I go in and see him?"

"You'd better not go in now. Xiang Nan is not inside. He has already gone back to report to Mr. Lu." Song Yuqing withdrew his joking expression and asked the two subordinates to go outside.

He was in the living room with Su Lan, his face was very solemn.

"Lu Yingshen's illness...has gotten worse? Why did it happen all of a sudden?" Su Lan didn't even give Song Yuqing time to drink, and kept asking questions.

Song Yuqing had no choice but to answer her with a water glass, "The situation is not good. His condition is getting worse, which is a common occurrence, but this time... the doctor had to give him medicine. He has to persevere and suffer for a while."

For ordinary people, these pains are almost the kind of pain that kills them. For Lu Yingshen... Maybe it has made him numb from the pain, but after all, he is only a flesh and blood body, and it still hurts, and it hurts even more.

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