Lu Jingchi sat down beside her, held her foot and checked the wound, "Does the legs still hurt today?"

Jiang Lan nodded slightly and gestured again: It either hurts very much, itchy.

"It's right. It's scabbed. Don't scratch it, it'll be cured soon."

Jiang Lan asked: What's wrong with my leg?

Lu Jingchi was silent for a moment and said, "I fell."

Jiang Lan frowned. She couldn't think of how to fall to this place?

He raised his hand and gently stroked Jiang Lan's cheek, with emotions that Jiang Lan couldn't understand in his eyes.

But for some reason, Jiang Lan had an inexplicable urge to cry, and a sourness for no reason.

Not long after, Dr. Hu prepared all the food, wore an apron and greeted, "Miss Jiang, Mr. Lu is having dinner."

Lu Jingchi's expression returned to normal, and he said to Jiang Lan lightly: "You go and eat first."

Jiang Lan: What about you?

"I'll come later."

Jiang Lan looked at him for a while, nodded, stood up and went to the restaurant.

Lu Jingchi called Dr. Hu to the study.

Dr. Hu stood in the study, and the atmosphere was a little solemn, which made his heart rise.

Lu Jingchi's cold eyes fell on his face, like countless knives hanging on his head. Dr. Hu's head became lower and lower, and he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly in the end.

Under Lu Jingchi's death, Dr. Hu couldn't stand it and took the initiative to speak: "Lu, Mr. Lu, do you have anything to ask me?"

Lu Jingchi lit a cigarette and sucked with frown.

Dr. Hu waited for a long time, and he swallowed his saliva and plucked his courage to look up at Lu Jingchi.

Although he was still in a suit and tie, with a tall figure and handsome appearance, his eyebrows were filled with lingering melancholy, and the man's expression became increasingly dull in the smoke.

Dr. Hu asked again: "Mr. Lu? If nothing happens, I will first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jingchi spoke, "Why don't you tell me?"

Dr. Hu was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he didn't remember what he was asking, so he could only ask tentatively: "Is it a matter of the wife's body?"

Lu Jingchi turned his head and glanced at him without pointing out, "Tell me, look."

Just these four simple words made Dr. Hu sweat so much.

He didn't ask anything and asked himself to tell him. This was clearly a fraud. If he said it, if he didn't say it right, wouldn't he be far from death?

"What? You, the doctor, don't you know nothing, right?"

Dr. Hu shuddered and said quickly: "I know, but you didn't say it before..."

He secretly glanced at Lu Jingchi's face and whispered: "Didn't you tell me about Miss Jiang in the future?"

After saying this, the temperature in the house dropped to freezing point again, and the cold Dr. Hu shuddered.

"I'll give you another chance, say." Lu Jingchi's voice was dull, but it was irresistible.

Dr. Hu stammered his neck and said hesitantly: "Madam, she is sick."

Lu Jingchi didn't say anything, and waited quietly. Half of the smoke in his hand burned, and half of the white ash hung on it and was shaking.

Under the long silence, the ashes were finally overwhelmed and fell on the pear blossom table.

Dr. Hu made up his mind and said, "She has Alzheimer's disease. I wanted to tell you the last time you divorced, but you..."

Lu Jingchi's face did not change, and raised his hand to crush the cigarette butt in the ashtray, as if asking casually: "What will happen to this disease?"

"You've seen it all... She's getting more and more unable to remember things now."
Chapter completed!