Doctor Hu nodded in agreement.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and the flickering white light came in from the glass window, illuminating Jiang Lan's face even whiter.

If you didn't turn on the lights, you would probably be scared to death by her appearance.

Because her current state really looks like a dead person.

Dr. Hu stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a while. About two hours later, Jiang Lan slowly woke up.

She stared at the snow-white ceiling, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled and she turned slightly to look at Dr. Hu.

"Madam, do you still remember me? I am Dr. Hu."

Jiang Lan looked at him weakly, her gaze looking a little breathtaking. Dr. Hu swallowed his saliva and pointed to the tip of his nose.

"I, you don't recognize me?"

Jiang Lan still didn't speak.

Doctor Hu sighed and muttered to himself: "Is it already this serious?"

He frowned again, "It shouldn't be. Didn't the doctor say it won't develop so fast?"

"Did you not take the medicine I gave you?"

Dr. Hu chattered a lot, and Jiang Lan suddenly raised his hand and gestured: I remember.

It's a pity that Dr. Hu can't understand it.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Jiang Lan reacted belatedly and nodded.

When Dr. Hu saw this action, he breathed a sigh of relief, "You remember me, right?"

Jiang Lan nodded again.

"That's good, that's good. Did you take the medicine I gave you on time?"

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes.

Doctor Hu sighed and said earnestly: "Madam, you have to eat on time. If you don't have this disease..."

He didn't want to sound too pessimistic, so he changed his tone and said, "If you eat on time, your disease will not get worse for at least two years."

Dr. Hu was still conservative. If it was before, there might be no problem, but in Jiang Lan's current condition, two years is enough. It would be good if he could persist for half a year.

Jiang Lan raised her hand to take the phone, but she had no strength and dropped it weakly.

"Madam, if you have anything to say, just wait until you regain your energy. I won't be leaving for a while. I'll go get you some porridge."

Dr. Hu said, turned around and ran out. After a while, he came in with a bowl of porridge.

He helped Jiang Lan up, took a spoonful and put it to her mouth, "Madam, let's have something to eat."

Jiang Lan stared at the porridge in his hand and pursed his lips.

After a moment of silence, she lowered her head and took a sip.

Dr. Hu exhaled with relief and quickly took another spoonful, "Come on, drink more, you haven't eaten in two days."

Jiang Lan drank quietly.

It wasn't until the bowl of porridge was at the bottom that she regained some strength.

She found the mobile phone on the bedside, picked it up, and typed it for Dr. Hu to see.

——Am I going to die?

Dr. Hu suddenly saw this line of writing, and the movements of his hands stopped. He forced a smile: "Stop talking nonsense, young lady, you are still so young, how can you die?"

Doctor Hu thought about it again, "You couldn't be more likely to stop eating because you thought you were going to die, right?"

Jiang Lan remained silent, acquiescing.

She lay on the sofa for a day. When she woke up, her world was spinning, her mind was in a blur, and in addition to the pain in her fingers, her lower abdomen and body also suffered from excruciating pain.

At that time she felt that she was really going to die.

I have been waiting for death to come, who knows that when I open my eyes again, I will wake up from the bed.
Chapter completed!