Jiang Lan stared at Dean Zhao and the man beside her.

The man was wearing a dark red Tang suit, with slightly curly short and medium hair scattered randomly on the side of his face. He had a faint smile on his lips, and he looked indistinguishable from male to female.

The only thing that is certain is that this face is not feminine, and his height of nearly 1.9 meters does not look like a woman.

When Jiang Lan was lost in thought, the two of them had already arrived in front of her, and Jiang Lan stared at him blankly.

"Sorry to trouble you, Dean." Pei Qingsheng smiled and thanked the Dean.

The dean smiled and said, "Take her back quickly."

Pei Qing nodded, walked to Jiang Lan and knelt down, smiling and looking at her, "Do you remember me?"

Jiang Lan stared at this face for a long time. She couldn't remember it and had no impression. She shook her head.

As if it was expected, Pei Qing didn't sound annoyed. He held Jiang Lan's wrist, and Jiang Lan shrank subconsciously.

But he squeezed tightly, and Jiang Lan's movements had no effect.

Pei Qingsheng stared at her bloody hands and clicked her tongue.

He asked Dean Zhao to get the medical kit, then pulled Jiang Lan up and pulled her into the utility room.

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows when she saw the mess and blood on the ground.

Jiang Lan has been looking at him. She doesn't know this person, maybe she forgot.

She has this disease and forgets too many things. Forgetting someone is nothing. She doesn't even recognize Lu Jingchi, who she spends day and night with.

Soon Dean Zhao fetched the medicine box.

Pei Qingsheng took out the disinfectant inside, cleaned Jiang Lan's wounds, and disinfected her again. The movements seemed very gentle, but in fact Jiang Lan was already shaking in pain, and he did not stop.

The wound was a bit deep and needed stitches.

Pei Qingsheng actually took out a needle and thread to suture her wound.

The moment the needle tip penetrated the skin, Jiang Lan couldn't help but scream out in pain. Although her voice was hoarse, it was still very thin, like a cat's meow.

Pei Qingsheng looked up at her in surprise.

There were tears in her eyes, which were crystal clear under the light and would never fall. It was really heartbreaking to see them.

So Pei Qingsheng took the second injection.

Jiang Lan's fingers trembled in pain, shaking uncontrollably, but Pei Qingsheng held her tightly in her hand and she couldn't move.

While giving her stitches, Pei Qingsheng smiled lightly and said, "Weren't you very brave when you grabbed the knife? Now you know it hurts."

Jiang Lan was stunned, how did he know?

Pei Qingsheng pinched her wrist and stitched her palm. Jiang Lan almost fainted from the pain several times, but woke up again from the pain.

After repeating this, Jiang Lan became numb.

By the time both hands were sewn, Jiang Lan had completely collapsed on the chair, sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of water.

"Can I still leave?" Pei Qing asked her.

Jiang Lan raised her eyelids with difficulty to glance at him, then lowered them feebly. She tried to stand up, but she had no strength at all and sat back straight.

Pei Qingsheng bent down and picked her up, turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

Jiang Lan's mind was in chaos at the moment. She only felt very sleepy. The overwhelming sleepiness swept over her. She looked at the man's chin, her vision became increasingly blurry, and finally she couldn't help but close her eyelids heavily.

...

This time, Lu Jingchi returned to the hospital again.

For no other reason than he vomited blood after getting in the car, Lin Zheng was so frightened that he ignored his orders and forcibly took him to the hospital.

On this point, Lin Zheng is quite measured.
Chapter completed!