Lin Zheng came to Jiang Lan's ward depressed.

Jiang Lan was sitting neatly on the sofa now. She was waiting for Lu Jingchi to come back.

But it was Lin Zheng who was waiting.

She stood up, ran to Lin Zheng and asked, "Where is Lu Jingchi?"

Lin Zheng sighed, "He is next door, what did you do today?"

Jiang Lan tilted her head and thought for a while, then she counted with her fingers, "The roller coaster, the one that's very high, the one that goes around in circles..."

After playing seven or eight things, except for the roller coaster, she didn’t know the names of any of them.

But when Lin Zheng listened, his forehead pounded and he called out in his heart, "What a guy."

Seeing Lin Zheng's expression was wrong, Jiang Lan pointed her finger and said, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Director Lu is not in good health right now and cannot play with those things, otherwise he will die."

"What does dead mean?"

"..."

God, how could he think Jiang Lan could control Lu Jingchi?

He took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile and said, "If you die, you will never see him again, and there will be no such person in the future."

"ah......"

"So don't let him play with those things next time, you know?"

Jiang Lan lowered his head and was silent for a while. Can't he go out to play in the future?

After a moment, she reluctantly said: "Okay."

"He's right next door, go and have a look."

Lin Zheng still had to find Feng Qin's whereabouts, so he naturally didn't have time to take care of Lu Jingchi. Fortunately, Mrs. Lin was here, and Jiang Lan was now stable. As long as he stopped pulling out Lu Jingchi's needles, everything would be fine.

But Lin Zheng would not have thought that letting Jiang Lan take care of Lu Jingchi would be the biggest danger.

Jiang Lan came to the next ward, and Lu Jingchi was still in a coma.

She walked over and stared down at him for a moment.

He also put on the same clothes as himself and lay quietly on the bed, as if he was asleep.

There was no expression, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his broken hair was scattered, making him look less intimidating.

Jiang Lan saw that he was good-looking, so she stretched out her finger and poked his cheek.

Mrs. Lin said from the side: "Madam, don't touch him, Mr. Lu is sleeping."

"oh."

Jiang Lan retracted his hand and sat down on the stool, holding his chin and staring at him.

She was still waiting for him to take her home.

Mrs. Lin handed the wrung-out towel to Jiang Lan, "Madam, please help him wipe his face."

Jiang Lan looked at the towel, nodded, took the towel, spread it out, covered the man's face, put his hands on the towel and wiped him haphazardly.

Mrs. Lin thought that there shouldn't be any problem if she wiped her face, so she took a basin to change the water.

Jiang Lan wiped his face, covering his face with both hands. In order to wipe him clean, she worked very hard.

She did not see the unconscious man move his fingers hanging on his sides.

The next second, a big hand suddenly clamped her wrist, making Jiang Lan scream in surprise.

He threw his hand away from her, took off the towel from his face, and breathed heavily.

When he saw Jiang Lan beside him, he closed his eyes again and adjusted his breathing.

Jiang Lan whispered: "Lu Jingchi."

It took almost a minute for his breathing to stabilize.

Lu Jingchi opened his eyes, turned to look at her, and said weakly, "Did you just want to cover me to death?"

Jiang Lan waved her hands repeatedly, "No, I'm wiping your face."

Lu Jingchi thought of something, raised his hand, and looked at the thing in his hand.
Chapter completed!